(To James R. Lawson) 1946 (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
Over the scattered trees, over the sunbrowned meadow,The bells wove their rhythm of delicate, proud, airborne music;Fragments of lacework through ...
Over the scattered trees, over the sunbrowned meadow,The bells wove their rhythm of delicate, proud, airborne music;Fragments of lacework through ...
My lady's old point laceThat matches so her dainty grace,And adds an airy charm to herIn tracery of gossamer.Her lace ...
The sea winds blow from western isles,From isles where fancy dwells and peace.Where summer sunshine softly smilesAnd perfumes of the ...
As soon as we crossed into Yorkshire Hughes' voice assailed me, unmistakable Gravel and honey, a raw celebration of rain ...
The Princess was of ancient line, Of royal race was she; Like cameo her face was fine, With sad serentiy: ...
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