Michael Oaktree (Alfred Noyes Poems)
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
Sun-child, as you watched the rain Beat the pane, Saw the garden of your ...
I.Black-veiled, black-gowned, she rides in bus and train, With eyes that fill too listlessly for tears.Her waxen hands clasp and ...
In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,When the laborers turn them homeward, and the weary ...
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