Dark-Browed Martha (Effie Afton Poems)
When the frost-king clothed the forests In a flood of gorgeous dyes, Death called little dark-browed Martha ...
When the frost-king clothed the forests In a flood of gorgeous dyes, Death called little dark-browed Martha ...
A SONG. Come to me when I'm dying; Gaze on my wasted form, Tired with so ...
Methinks I hear those tuneful chimes, Borne on the breath of morn, Proclaiming to the silent world ...
There are flowers that never wither, There are skies that never fade, There are trees that cast ...
I'm tired, I'm tired of life, brother! Of all that meets my eye; And my weary spirit ...
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