Smith, Of The Third Oregon, Dies (Mary Carolyn Davies Poems)
Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,And green, with little singings in the grass,And pheasants flying,Gold, green and red,Great, narrow, ...
Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,And green, with little singings in the grass,And pheasants flying,Gold, green and red,Great, narrow, ...
My apples are heavy upon me.It was the Spring;And proud was I of my petals,Nor dreamed this thing:That joy could ...
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