The Portrait Grey, all grey, from the soles of her feet to her crown! Grey are her eyes and hair, and grey is her shimmering gown! Give me a peacock feather to place in her shapely hand, And a...
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488 THE COMMONWEAL February 27 , I929. POEMS e aint Francis Francis spoke to the birds By the blue Italian sea, Feeding them full with his words-"Oh little brothers," said he, "I bring you...
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The Watchman A watchman of dawn went walking by, Walking beautifully through the glow; Swinging his lantern along the sky, Swinging it high and low. I heard his voice in my faraway...
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