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Florence Earle Coates: Song. "If love were but a little thing —"
Song. "If love were but a little thing —"Florence Earle CoatesIf love were but a little thing — Strange love, which, more than all, is great — One might not such devotion bring, Early to…Margaret Widdemer: "If you should tire of loving me"
"If you should tire of loving me"Margaret WiddemerIf you should tire of loving me Some one of our far days, Oh, never start to hide your heart Or cover thought with praise.For every word…Thomas S. Jones, Jr.: In Excelsis
In ExcelsisThomas S. Jones, Jr.Spring! And all our valleys turning into green, Remembering — As I remember! So my heart turns glad For so much youth and joy — this to have had When in my…Arthur Guiterman: In the Hospital
In the HospitalArthur GuitermanBecause on the branch that is tapping my pane A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled, Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain, I know there is Spring in the…John Myers O'Hara: In Patris Mei Memoriam
In Patris Mei MemoriamJohn Myers O'HaraBy the fond name that was his own and mine, The last upon his lips that strove with doom, He called me and I saw the light assume A sudden glory and…Angela Morgan: In Spite of War
In Spite of WarAngela MorganIn spite of war, in spite of death, In spite of all man's sufferings, Something within me laughs and sings And I must praise with all my breath. In spite of war,…William Ellery Leonard: Indian Summer
Indian Summer(After completing a book for one now dead)William Ellery Leonard (O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun, She is not by, to know my task is done.) In the brown grasses slanting…Scudder Middleton: Interlude
InterludeScudder MiddletonI am not old, but old enough To know that you are very young. It might be said I am the leaf, And you the blossom newly sprung.So I shall grow a while with you, And…Orrick Johns: The Interpreter
The InterpreterOrrick JohnsIn the very early morning when the light was low She got all together and she went like snow, Like snow in the springtime on a sunny hill, And we were only…Edith M. Thomas: The Inverted Torch
The Inverted TorchEdith M. ThomasThreading a darksome passage all alone, The taper's flame, by envious current blown, Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright, So challenged by the vast…Trending
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