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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE, by GLADYS CROMWELL Poet's Biography
First Line: Hush, hush, o wind
Last Line: I may not strive with you.
Subject(s): Love; Rest; Touch (sense)
First Line: Hush, hush, o wind
Last Line: I may not strive with you.
Subject(s): Love; Rest; Touch (sense)
HUSH, hush, O wind!
Between the leaves you creep,
You grope like something blind.
The tree tops as they sleep,
The standing spears of grass,
You'll touch them when you pass.
Still, still, O love!
My need awaits your dower,
My foolish heart your power;
Though sorrow dawn anew
I may not strive with you.
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