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Kenton and Deborah, Michael and… These are fine children as all the… But into my arms in my dreams ever… Come Peter and Christopher, Fait… Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure…
DEBORAH and Christopher brough… Kenton brought me buttercups with… But Michael brought an autumn lea… A wan leaf, a ghost leaf, beautifu… Death in all loveliness, fragile a…
IF I had a lover, now, who would… Yourself with your laughter, your… Yet I’d know when you kissed me y… But kneeling in tears at a lost la… Or if I should seek him who loves…
IF I had loved you, soon, ah, soo… Had I been kind you had kissed me… The kiss that I would not give is… Now you are mine forever, because… You think that you are free and ha…
I’M glad I have but a little hear… For my heart is very small’ It makes it free to come and go And no one cares at all. I give my heart for a tender word,
WHEN a storm comes up at night a… When the trees are moaning like ma… I wake in fear and put out my hand… With your name on my lips. No pain that the heart can hold is…
A wind rose in the night, (She had always feared it so!) Sorrow plucked at my heart And I could not help but go. Softly I went and stood
THE heart knoweth? If this be tr… Then the thing that I bear in my… For it knows no more than a hollow… That answers to every wind. I am sick of the thing! I think w…
MICHAEL walks in autumn leaves Rustling leaves and fading grasses… And his little music-box Tinkles faintly as he passes. It’s a gay and jaunty tune
I CAN never remake the thing I h… I brushed the golden dust from the… I called down wind to shatter the… I did a terrible thing. I feared that the cup might fall,…
BECAUSE I show a guarded face To all the world but one or two, And in my heart’s most secret plac… Consider lilies, why should you Whose roses grow in common ground
AND now it is all to be done over… And what will come of it only God… What has become of the furrows plo… And the plants set row on row? Where are the lines of beautiful b…
I SHEATH my sword. In mercy go… Turn back from me your hopeless ey… For in them all my anger dies: I cannot face a beaten foe. My cause was just, the fight was s…
IF I had loved you more God woul… He would never have left me here i… Left me to go on my knees to the d… Crying in vain for a little sight… How could I know that the earth w…
WHEN I was young my heart was ol… My heart was rich and very wise: Now all its wisdom has been told And all its wealth is fairy gold And all its joy futilities.