Poems from the Henn Manuscript - Part 16
They lighted mine a little while:
Out from their unvexed seas
Rippled a little smile
And my thought carolled into cadences:
That hour the air was fairer,
That hour the March winds lighter;
[While] now these rains are rarer,
[While] now this April brighter,
For the joy of that low laughter
And its memory laughing after.
Out from their unvexed seas
Rippled a little smile
And my thought carolled into cadences:
That hour the air was fairer,
That hour the March winds lighter;
[While] now these rains are rarer,
[While] now this April brighter,
For the joy of that low laughter
And its memory laughing after.
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