The Angler’s Reveille (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night,And all the little watchman-stars have fallen asleep ...
What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night,And all the little watchman-stars have fallen asleep ...
While May bedecks the naked trees With tassels and embroideries, And many blue-eyed violets beam Along the edges of the stream, I hear a ...
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