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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN TUSCANY: WHITE CLOVER, by CORA RANDALL FABBRI
First Line: The clover in the grass is white
Last Line: I am a little child again.
Subject(s): Clover
First Line: The clover in the grass is white
Last Line: I am a little child again.
Subject(s): Clover
THE clover in the grass is white
As little children's souls must be.
The branches of the apple-tree
Sway in the mellow morning light.
More sweet than any spoken words
I hear the singing meadow thrush,
And after, in the breeze-stirred hush,
Dreams come to me like flocks of birds.
Among the clover in the lane,
The thought comes of a Long Ago.
And for a little while I know
I am a little child again.
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