In Winter (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I.When black frosts pluck the acorns down, And in the lane the waters freeze;And 'thwart red skies the wild-fowl flies, And death ...
I.When black frosts pluck the acorns down, And in the lane the waters freeze;And 'thwart red skies the wild-fowl flies, And death ...
THOU couldst not look on me and live: so runs The mortal legend -- thou that couldst not live Nor ...
IT is a moor Barren and treeless; lying high and bare Beneath the arch?d sky. The rushing winds Fly over ...
Ho, come out with the wind of spring, And step it blithely in woodlands waking; Friend am I of each ...
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