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SONNET IN A GARDEN

SONNET IN A GARDEN By: Josephine Preston Peabody (1874-1922) DUMB Mother of all music, let me rest On thy great […]

After music

After music I SAW not they were strange, the ways I roam, Until the music called, and called me thence, […]

The Piper

The Piper A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS By JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY BOSTON and NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside […]

The Enchanted Sheepfold

The hills far-off were blue, blue, The hills at hand were brown; And all the herd-bells called to me As […]

SPINNING IN APRIL

SPINNING IN APRIL MOON in heaven’s garden, among the clouds that wander, Crescent moon so young to see, above the […]

Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon Over the twilight field, Over the glimmering field And bleeding furrows, with their sodden yield Of sheaves that […]

Marlowe

MARLOWE: Hands off, I say! Stay then, and every devil may come to hear, And heaven may have it’s laugh! […]

HARVEST-MOON:1916

HARVEST-MOON By: Josephine Preston Peabody MOON, slow rising, over the trembling sea-rim, Moon of the lifted tides and their folded […]

The cloud

The islands called me far away, The valleys called me home. The rivers with a silver voice Drew on my […]

The Nightingale unheard

The Nightingale unheard Yes, Nightingale, through all the summer-time We followed on, from moon to golden moon; From where Salerno […]

Cradle Song

Cradle Song I Lord Gabriel, wilt thou not rejoice When at last a little boy’s Cheek lies heavy as a […]

The portrait of mrs. W

SYMES: Do you think a man could look on you, do you think a man could hear you speak, and […]

A CHANGELING GRATEFUL

A CHANGELING GRATEFUL Here they give me greeting, House me warm within, Break their bread and share it With the […]

Marlowe

BAME: Thou hast my meaning. When I spoke of this, She gave me such a smile as I dare vow […]

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