Poems By a Little Girl by Hilda Conkling
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Through the tops of the poplars.
It is all in silver, The tall star: The moon rolls goldenly along Out of breath. Mr. Moon, does he make you hurry? SUNSET Once upon a time at evening-light A little girl was sad. There was a color in the sky, A color she knew in her dreamful heart And wanted to keep. She held out her arms Long, long, And saw it flow away on the wind. When it was gone She did not love the moonlight Or care for the stars. She had seen the rose in the sky. Sometimes I am sad Because I have a thought Of this little girl. MOUSE Little mouse in gray velvet, Have you had a cheese-breakfast? |
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