Spring (Marietta Holley Poems)
The sides of the hill were brown, but violet buds had started In gray and hidden nooks o'erhung by feathery ferns ...
Poems about song-the (4 Poems)
The Spell (Edith Nesbit Poems)
OUR boat has drifted with the stream That stirs the river's full sweet bosom And now she stays ...
The Aim was Song (Robert Frost Poem)
Before man came to blow it right The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and night ...
I Hear America Singing. (Walt Whitman Poems)
I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe ...