September 4, 1929 THE COMMONWEAL 451 POEMS Gifts for a Girl I go to gather gifts for a girl, I can take them in the basket of my heart. From the market of the brook here She...
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To Francis Ledwidge Your little cowslip fields are bright again, With merry larks above them all day long; And you not there to see, and hear the song Of linnets in your primrose-bordered...
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