Chords (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea,-- How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars,-- Discovered ...
I. Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea,-- How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars,-- Discovered ...
"DEAR RICHARD, come at once;" - so ran her letter;The letter of a married female friend:"She likes you both, and ...
April doesnt hurt hereLike it does in New EnglandThe groundVast and brownSurrounds dry townsLocated in the dustOf the coming locustLive ...
She reads by the light of a guttering candleand likes the feel of each page's gilt edgeas she lifts it ...
The boat was rolling over in an ocean...The dream threw me on the shores of Marmara!I saw from only a ...
" Behold the mansion swift upreared for Jack: See the malt stored in many an ample sack. Mark how the ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
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