PEBBLES AND SHELLS
TIME
Time is a bird that wings with ceaseless flight
Over the land, nor rests by day or night;
You mark its form against the sky of dawn
Then dream apace, and night comes softly on.
Time is a bird that wings with ceaseless flight
Over the land, nor rests by day or night;
You mark its form against the sky of dawn
Then dream apace, and night comes softly on.
THE CLOVER BLOSSOM
Slender and pale, and hidden in the grass,
So that you scarce can see it as you pass,
The clover stands,—but every wild bee knows
'Tis sweeter far than any blushing rose.
Slender and pale, and hidden in the grass,
So that you scarce can see it as you pass,
The clover stands,—but every wild bee knows
'Tis sweeter far than any blushing rose.
ROILED
The placid brooklet ran with limped flood—
The angry stream grew dark with sticks and mud—
So anger darkens e'en the brightest face
And takes from fair humanity its grace.
The placid brooklet ran with limped flood—
The angry stream grew dark with sticks and mud—
So anger darkens e'en the brightest face
And takes from fair humanity its grace.
A LOVER
The honey-bee, through sunny hours
Goes courting all the sweetest flowers,—
Into their hearts he slyly slips
And steals sweet nectar from their lips.
The honey-bee, through sunny hours
Goes courting all the sweetest flowers,—
Into their hearts he slyly slips
And steals sweet nectar from their lips.
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