To A Pansy-Violet (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Found Solitary Among the Hills. I. O pansy-violet, With early April wet, How frail and pure you look Lost in this glow-worm nook Of heaven-holding hills: Down ...
Found Solitary Among the Hills. I. O pansy-violet, With early April wet, How frail and pure you look Lost in this glow-worm nook Of heaven-holding hills: Down ...
At one the wind rose, And with it the noise Of the black poplars. Long since had the living By a thin twine Been led ...
At one the wind rose, And with it the noise Of the black poplars. Long since had the living By ...
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