Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A RUSSIAN FANTASY, by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE First Line: O'er the yellow crocus on the lawn Last Line: Dushka, little soul, when didst thou die? | ||||||||
O'ER the yellow crocus on the lawn Floats a light white butterfly. Breezes waft it! See, 'tis gone! Dushka, little soul, when didst thou die? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERLUDE (ALLEGRO) by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE OLD NORRIDGEWOCK by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE OUR NATIVE BIRDS by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE THE FESTIVAL OF PEACE: THE ORCHESTRA by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE THE FUGUE (ANDANTE MAESTOSO) by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE THE MIRAGE by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE THE ORGAN (ALLEGRO) by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE TO AN IMPERILLED TRAVELLER by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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