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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A CHILD, by RICHARD WATSON GILDER Poet's Biography First Line: Her voice was like the song of birds Last Line: The color from the day. | |||
HER voice was like the song of birds; Her eyes were like the stars; Her little waving hands were like Birds' wings that beat the bars. And when those waving hands were still, -- Her soul had fled away, -- The music faded from the air, The color from the day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHERMAN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE CELLO by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE SONNET by RICHARD WATSON GILDER A CHRISTMAS HYMN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER A MEMORY OF RUBINSTEIN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER A MOOD by RICHARD WATSON GILDER ADELE AUS DER OHE by RICHARD WATSON GILDER AFTER-SONG by RICHARD WATSON GILDER |
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