Women’s Song Of The Corn (Amy Lowell Poems)
How beautiful are the corn rows, Stretching to the morning sun, Stretching to the evening sun. Very beautiful, the long ...
How beautiful are the corn rows, Stretching to the morning sun, Stretching to the evening sun. Very beautiful, the long ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
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