332 THE COMMONWEAL August i, 1928 POEMS Tfaindropi Raindrops get the notion, Sweeping through the air With a bird-like motion, They must also wear Beaks and wings and feathers. Nearing...
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How sweet that night to lie tucked in Between the sheets, absolved of sin; To look outside upon the snow And hear my mother down below; So soon to feel her gentle hand And quickly wake, and...
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iHow Happy Are the Little Birds How happy are the little birds That fly about together, And warble on a single bough Or nestle in cold weather! Not so, alas, with you and me. Girl who should...
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