The Red Box at Vesey Street (Henry Cuyler Bunner Poems)
Past the Red Box at Vesey streetSwing two strong tides of hurrying feet,And up and down and all the dayRises ...
Past the Red Box at Vesey streetSwing two strong tides of hurrying feet,And up and down and all the dayRises ...
Tell me what within her eyesMakes the forgotten Spring arise,And all the day, if kind she looks,Flow to a tune ...
They sent him round the circle fair,To bow before the prettiest there.I'm bound to say the choice he madeA creditable ...
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