Milady in Brown 1909 . homing thrush, Are heard within the thicket;And wandring breezes come so light,With whispers low: Good night, goodnight. Mary Fowsi.!.. A Capricious Mistress Ah, now the April fay is here, Ruling this world of day she smiles and beckons us; The nest—alas!—she glowers,And frowus, and hides her head in spite, To awe us with her powers. She jewels the leaves with diamond drops, She tints the roses red,She veils the sloping hills with mist, Then splashes them insteadWith dashes of the glittering gold That shines from the sun gods Major. The Holiday of th

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Milady in Brown 1909 . homing thrush, Are heard within the thicket;And wandring breezes come so light,With whispers low: Good night, goodnight. Mary Fowsi.!.. A Capricious Mistress Ah, now the April fay is here, Ruling this world of day she smiles and beckons us; The nest—alas!—she glowers,And frowus, and hides her head in spite, To awe us with her powers. She jewels the leaves with diamond drops, She tints the roses red,She veils the sloping hills with mist, Then splashes them insteadWith dashes of the glittering gold That shines from the sun gods Major. The Holiday of the Sun The buds sat songless in their nests, The buds had ceased their opning,And rose blooms hung upon their breasts All weeping, no more hoping;For on that verj morn awajThe sun left for a holiday. For many days they hung their heads,Each thing in nature, sadly, Until one morn the east was redWith light received so gladly; For it proclaimed the shirking sun Had now again his work begun. Gladys Kyte. Clemmie Rosson.

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