The Wind of Death (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
The wind of death, that softly blows The last warm petal from the rose, The last dry leaf from off ...
The wind of death, that softly blows The last warm petal from the rose, The last dry leaf from off ...
When I see,High on the tip-top twig of a tree, Something blue by the breezes stirred,But so far up that ...
How dear to hearts by hurtful noises scarredIn the stillness of the many-leav?d trees,The quiet of green hills, the million-starredTranquillity ...
The Great soft downy snow storm like a cloak Descends to wrap the lean world head to feet; It gives ...
Now that the earth has hid her lovely brood Of green things in her breast safe out of sight, And ...
Here in the crowded city's busy street, Swayed by the eager, jostling, hasting throng, Where Traffic's voice grows harsher and ...
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