Time’s Garden (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
YEARS are the seedlings which we careless sow In Time's bare garden. Dead they seem to be--Dead years! We sigh and ...
YEARS are the seedlings which we careless sow In Time's bare garden. Dead they seem to be--Dead years! We sigh and ...
O WHETHER by the lonesome road that lies across the leaOr whether by the hill that stoops, rock-shadowed, to the ...
TO-NIGHT the air discloses Souls of a million roses,And ghosts of hyacinths that died too soon; From Pan's safe-hidden altar Dim wraiths of ...
I LOVE my love for she is like a garden in the dawn, Pale, yet pink-flushed, with softly waking eyes, And primrose ...
THE tiny thing of painted gauze that flutters in the sunAnd sinks upon the breast of night with all its ...
I GIVE you Life, O child, a garden fair;I give you Love, a rose that blossoms there--I give a day ...
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