Daily Archives: September 8, 2016

Poem – What Our Dead Do

Jan came this morning— I dreamt of my father he says he was riding in an oak coffin I walked next to the hearse and father turned to me: you dressed me nicely and the funeral is very beautiful at … Continue reading

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Poem – The  Fortune Teller 

Down in the valley come meet me to-night,  And I’ll tell you your fortune truly  As ever ’twas told, by the new-moon’s light,  To a young maiden, shining as newly.  But, for the world, let no one be nigh,  Lest … Continue reading

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Poem – The Dream of those Days

The dream of those days when first I sung thee is o’er  Thy triumph hath stain’d the charm thy sorrows then wore;  And even the light which Hope once shed o’er thy chains,  Alas, not a gleam to grace thy … Continue reading

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Poem – The Donkey and His Panniers

A Donkey, whose talent for burdens was wondrous, So much that you’d swear he rejoic’d in a load, One day had to jog under panniers so pond’rous, That — down the poor Donkey fell smack on the road! His owners … Continue reading

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Poem – Take Back the Virgin Page

Take back the virgin page,  White and unwritten still;  Some hand, more calm and sage,  The leaf must fill.  Thoughts come, as pure as light  Pure as even you require;  But, oh! each word I write  Love turns to fire.  … Continue reading

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