The Street-Children’s Dance (Mathilde Blind Poems)
NOW the earth in fields and hillsStirs with pulses of the Spring,Next-embowering hedges ringWith interminable trills;Sunlight runs a race with ...
NOW the earth in fields and hillsStirs with pulses of the Spring,Next-embowering hedges ringWith interminable trills;Sunlight runs a race with ...
"CAN the soul die, believe you? Because it seems to meMy soul is dead and buried, So still it seems to be."It ...
I LET my soul drift with the thistledown Afloat upon the honeymooning breeze;My thoughts about the swelling buds are blown, Blown with ...
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