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. Isolation
2. Triumph
3. Ivo of Chartres
4. The Spring Beauties
5. When Willows Green

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