Confessions of a Poet
Confessions of a Poet
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Sometimes, when my heart is sad — Heart is sad, Baby fingers pat my face, Pat my face, Till I feel I never had Sorrow and can find no trace ; Baby fingers Give a touch, And it lingers Loving much. Ah, the pressure of those hands Warm and white from better lands, Calling, calling, Falling, falling, Just like rose leaves on my brow, Thrills me ever — thrills me now. In the strife Their pure breath, More than life, More than death, Stays and strangely stirs my powers With the story Of a glory From... the happy land of flowers — Land of flowers, Land of flowers.
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Sometimes, when my hopes are dim- Hopes are dim, Baby eyes look through the dark — Through the dark, And with light and laughter swim Like the rainbow on the Ark; Baby glances Fire my mind.
Till it dances Free as wind ; And I see a haven near, One betwixt the smile and tear, Holding, holding, Folding, folding, All my being in its arms On a bed of baby charms, As with sleep Lightly prest In a deep Crimson rest.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Sometimes, when my heart is sad — Heart is sad, Baby fingers pat my face, Pat my face, Till I feel I never had Sorrow and can find no trace ; Baby fingers Give a touch, And it lingers Loving much. Ah, the pressure of those hands Warm and white from better lands, Calling, calling, Falling, falling, Just like rose leaves on my brow, Thrills me ever — thrills me now. In the strife Their pure breath, More than life, More than death, Stays and strangely stirs my powers With the story Of a glory From... the happy land of flowers — Land of flowers, Land of flowers.
t8a CONFESSIONS OF A POET.
Sometimes, when my hopes are dim- Hopes are dim, Baby eyes look through the dark — Through the dark, And with light and laughter swim Like the rainbow on the Ark; Baby glances Fire my mind.
Till it dances Free as wind ; And I see a haven near, One betwixt the smile and tear, Holding, holding, Folding, folding, All my being in its arms On a bed of baby charms, As with sleep Lightly prest In a deep Crimson rest.
What to read after Confessions of a Poet?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by F W Orde Frederick William Orde Ward to read onlineMoreLess
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