Eight Echoes From The Poems Of August Angellier (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
Calm as that moonbeam on the wall, Sleep broods on baby's eyes; Arms, hush'd and still, but pulsing quick, ...
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