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Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks of honeymoon!
By Son Sim3 years ago in Poets
The daisy scatter'd on each mead and down, A golden tuft within a silver crown; (Fair fall that dainty flower! and may there be
She stood waist-deep among the briers: Above in twisted lengths were rolled The sunset's tangled whorls of gold,
A Little bird sits in our cottonwood tree, And perks his head and sings; And this is the song he pipes to me While he flirts his tail and wings:
To me the winds that die and start, And strive in wars that never cease, Are dearer than the level peace
Lieutenant Keen was "great," and yet He would look over the parapet; And something smacked him in the head,
Dear Smith, the sleest, paukie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief, Ye surely hae some warlock-breef