Sunday, August 4, 2013

In Winter, With The Book We Read In Spring

In Winter, With The Book We Read In Spring

In Winter, With The Book We Read In Spring

The blackberry's bloom, when last we went this way,Veiled all her bowsome rods with trembling white;The robin's sunset breast gave forth delightAt sunset...

Poems

Helen Gray Cone

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