Song-Surf

This path will tell me where dark daisies dance To the white sycamores that dell them in; Where crow and flicker cry melodious din, And blackberries in ebon ripeness glance Lusc...

We, spoke of God and Fate, And of that Life--which some await-- Beyond the grave, "It will be fair," she said, "But love is here! I only crave thy breast Not God's when I am dea...

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Not grief nor the sunny wine Of gladness steeps my spirit as I gaze Over these meads that lie engarmented In stubble robes of winter-weary brown. For, as those solitary trees af...