Burning Bush
Burning Bush
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For da kinda ladee, An da younga fellow, An daleetlagirl!" Withered Mother Angelotti, I ll not buy your prayers with pennies!
Grin above them in your palm Still they re not the coins you think them !
One is silvered, as with tear-shine, One is rusty-red, like heart-break, One, I own, is light as laughter For your ancient, battered shrewdness, Wheedling Mother Angelotti Take them for your wrinkled prayers!
Prayers are things we all have need of, Grey old Mother Angelotti The kind lady, And the y...oung fellow, And the little girl.
[ 44 ] Street-ends.
1LOVE the ends of streets Those high and narrow dreams That slip into men s sight For all their blinded walls; I love the ends of streets Wickets for morning-gleams, Last taverns for the light When evening falls; I love the ends of streets! From those steep stairs, it seems, Something looks back, at night, And calls, and calls.
Sunset Song.
A>HES of roses, where the clouds were burning A breath ago so swiftly sink the fires. Beauty remembered, ashen roses, yearning Over the quiet roofs and dreaming spires.
What to read after Burning Bush?
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
For da kinda ladee, An da younga fellow, An daleetlagirl!" Withered Mother Angelotti, I ll not buy your prayers with pennies!
Grin above them in your palm Still they re not the coins you think them !
One is silvered, as with tear-shine, One is rusty-red, like heart-break, One, I own, is light as laughter For your ancient, battered shrewdness, Wheedling Mother Angelotti Take them for your wrinkled prayers!
Prayers are things we all have need of, Grey old Mother Angelotti The kind lady, And the y...oung fellow, And the little girl.
[ 44 ] Street-ends.
1LOVE the ends of streets Those high and narrow dreams That slip into men s sight For all their blinded walls; I love the ends of streets Wickets for morning-gleams, Last taverns for the light When evening falls; I love the ends of streets! From those steep stairs, it seems, Something looks back, at night, And calls, and calls.
Sunset Song.
A>HES of roses, where the clouds were burning A breath ago so swiftly sink the fires. Beauty remembered, ashen roses, yearning Over the quiet roofs and dreaming spires.
What to read after Burning Bush?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Baker, Karle Wilson, 1878-1960 to read onlineMoreLess
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