Fragment I (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
IN the low-lying April afternoonThe earth was hushed within a mellow mistAcross the new brown meadows; the white sunWas gathered ...
IN the low-lying April afternoonThe earth was hushed within a mellow mistAcross the new brown meadows; the white sunWas gathered ...
HONEY of woodland wild and of the hill,The juices of the maple and the caneAnd all the fulness of the ...
Still, in the meadow by the brook I layAnd felt the April creep along my streams,Subdue my currents to herself ...
Here by the brimming April streams,Here is the valley of my dreams.Every garden place is seenStarting up in flames of ...
THROUGH days wherein I heard no purpose speak,Through years that passed me as a quiet stream,I dreamed and did not ...
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