Poem by Helen Gray Cone

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 Torch-Race
2. Ivo of Chartres
3. The Glorious Company
4. The Gifts of the Oak
5. The Spring Beauties

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