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Only A Dreamer
First Verse I am only a dreamer trying to catch A sunbeam that hides from me; I am only a weaver trying to match Threads that don’t want to be. But it’s all in the way I start at each … Continue reading
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Judging
Who knows the inner workings of a mind That may commit an ‘act’, a crime to you; Why all this fuss of striving hard to find A jury to convict? Why this to do? Try him if need you must … Continue reading
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Hills
I love the hills that crown the shadowed glade Of light; They turn to royal purple at the touch Of night; Those hills that lift their sunny crags Toward the azure dome-, The barren cliffs-, the rocky hills-, The sea … Continue reading
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A Vagabond Song
An Autumn day and the falling leaves In the harvest’s hazy air; The ripened nuts from the hazel trees, A flash of wings through the minted leaves, And a gentian, blue and fair. A sudden surge from a nearby brook, … Continue reading
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Gifts of Life
Give to me one of the gifts of life-, A dream that is wetted with tears; One that has hung in its maker’s shop Mid the cobwebs and dust of the years. Let me carry the dream with its beauty … Continue reading
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On A Stroll Through Lexington Market in Baltimore, Maryland During the Summer of 1928
I passed within the busy mart At Lexington to-day. I heeded not the milling crowds That swarmed along my way. I heeded not the market calls, Nor yet the heat of day. Were you to ask me what I saw … Continue reading
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Memories on a Day in July
The clouds have banked the sky with grey; The wind is blowing strong; A July day, upon the way The dust is rolled along. But let the storm clouds frown upon My sorrow and my pain; Let the wind blow … Continue reading
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A Turrible Country
Sandy and his Scottish lass Were a’travelling in the West, Where the prairie towns all look alike And each one seems the best. Near the station platform lay a moose; ‘Twas shot at break of day. The hunter, very human, … Continue reading
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Little Life
Little life, so fragile were your heartbeats; So sweetly innocent your sudden fleeting smile; So tiny were your footsteps on the carpet in the hall. I only realized blankly, vaguely at the while That they were gone; And I poor … Continue reading