Poems By a Little Girl by Hilda Conkling
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And my heart made answer: That is what I wonder and wonder! After all it is life I love, After all l am a living thing, After all I am the heart of you . . . I am content! SNOW-CAPPED MOUNTAIN Snow-capped mountain, so white, so tall, The whole sea Must stand behind you! Snow-capped mountain, with the wind on your forehead, Do you hold the eagles' nests? Proud thing, You shine like a lily, Yet with a different whiteness; I should not dare to venture Up your slippery towers, For I am thinking you lean too far Over the Edge of the World! THE BROOK AND ITS CHILDREN O brook, running down your mossy way, I hear only your voice And the murmuring fir-trees; |
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