The Music Box (Christopher Morley Poems)
AT six—long ere the wintry dawn— There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above ...
AT six—long ere the wintry dawn— There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above ...
THE furnace tolls the knell of falling steam, The coal supply is virtually done, And at this price, indeed it ...
Night after night goes by: and clocks still chime And stars are changing pattrns in the dark And watches tick, ...
THIS hearth was built for thy delight, For thee the logs were sawn, For thee the largest chair, at night, ...
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, The golden belle of heaven's eternal fire, That danced with glory on ...
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