Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)

Summer Hours

  Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed's down
    In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear
    That steals into the soul when unaware,
  And springs up Memory in the stony town.

1. The Contrast
2. In Winter, with the Book We Read in Spring
3. When Willows Green
4. The Gifts of the Oak
5. The Torch-Race

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