Dreams and Days: Poems by George Parsons Lathrop
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page 61 of 143 (42%)
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THE CHILD YEAR I "Dying of hunger and sorrow: I die for my youth I fear!" Murmured the midnight-haunting Voice of the stricken Year. There like a child it perished In the stormy thoroughfare: The snow with cruel whiteness Had aged its flowing hair. Ah, little Year so fruitful, Ah, child that brought us bliss, Must we so early lose you-- Our dear hopes end in this? II "Too young am I, too tender, To bear earth's avalanche Of wrong, that grinds down life-hope, |
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