Christopher Morley (Кристофер Морли)

The Cedar Chest

Her mind is like her cedar chest
Wherein in quietness do rest
The wistful dreamings of her heart
In fragrant folds all laid apart.

There, put away in sprigs of rhyme
Until her life's full blossom-time,
Flutter (like tremulous little birds)
Her small and sweet maternal words. 

1. My Pipe
2. Ars Dura
3. Pedometer
4. Do You Ever Feel Like God?
5. Washing the Dishes

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