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Bed in Summer In winter I get up at nightAnd dress by yellow candle light.In summer, quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and seeThe birds still hopping on the … Continue reading
Bed in Summer In winter I get up at nightAnd dress by yellow candle light.In summer, quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and seeThe birds still hopping on the … Continue reading
Spring and Fall: To A Young Child Margaret, are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leaves, like the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! as the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor … Continue reading