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THISTLE-DOWN, by CLARA DOTY BATES First Line: Never a beak has my white bird Last Line: Is the thistle-down. Subject(s): Bords | ||||||||
NEVER a beak has my white bird, Nor throat for song; But wings of silk by soft wind stirred Bear it along. With wings of silk and a heart of seed, Over field and town It sails, -- ah! quaint little bird indeed Is the thistle-down. | Other Poems of Interest...THE SPINNER by CLARA DOTY BATES THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! by WALT WHITMAN THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRINGTIME by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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