Autumn: To My Mother (Jean Starr Untermeyer Poems)
How memory cuts away the years,And how clean the picture comesOf autumn days, brisk and busy;Charged with keen sunshine.And you, ...
How memory cuts away the years,And how clean the picture comesOf autumn days, brisk and busy;Charged with keen sunshine.And you, ...
Temper my spirit, oh Lord,Burn out its alloy,And make it a pliant steel for thy wielding,Not a clumsy toy,A blunt, ...
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