Lizette Woodworth Reese

Lizette Woodworth Reese

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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The little Jesus came to town;
The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
Out in the street the wind was bold;
Now who would house Him from the cold
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When I consider Life and its few years—A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
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Love came back at fall o' dew,
Playing his old part;
But I had a word or
That would break his heart
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Oh, gray and tender is the rain,
That drips, drips on the pane
A hundred things come in the door,
The scent of herbs, the thought of yore
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I set a candle at my pane,
Yellowy in the drip of rain;
My love came in and looked at me;
I hid my face upon my knee
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CH special sweetness was about That day God sent you here,
I knew the lavender was out, And it was mid of year
Their common way the great winds blew, The ships sailed out to sea;
Yet ere that day was spent I knew Mine own had come t...
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An apple orchard smells like wine;
A succory flower is blue;
Until Grief touched these eyes of mine,
Such things I never knew
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