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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 | |||
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOVER by MARGARET WADE CAMPBELL DELAND WHEN SHADOWS ARE CREEPING by JENNIE E. HUSSEY A GROUND VINE by HERMAN MELVILLE A CRIMSON CLOVER by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |
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