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Elizabethan days . RED DRESS URNING pictures into wood Has long been quite a fadSome do it with consummate artWith others it is bad. Burning pictures in the heartDepends who the models be, Some make an impress very faintNo hawkish eye can see. You burnt a picture in my heart,Twill never fade, I guess, Your eyes of blue, your golden hair,Your flaming bright red dress. Ive tried to have it scraped away,It merely clearer grows— Shutting my eyes, I only seeYou, in your gown of rose. January 11, 1910. 19. BEECH TREE IMMORTALITY UT in the groves of locust, linn and pine, Near where a clear brook whi
Elizabethan days . RED DRESS URNING pictures into wood Has long been quite a fadSome do it with consummate artWith others it is bad. Burning pictures in the heartDepends who the models be, Some make an impress very faintNo hawkish eye can see. You burnt a picture in my heart,Twill never fade, I guess, Your eyes of blue, your golden hair,Your flaming bright red dress. Ive tried to have it scraped away,It merely clearer grows— Shutting my eyes, I only seeYou, in your gown of rose. January 11, 1910. 19. BEECH TREE IMMORTALITY UT in the groves of locust, linn and pine, Near where a clear brook whispers to the moss,Down where the grape vines and the creepers sigh, Four slender beech trees stand close by the earlier day, in some staid English park A sandstone cupid or a marble urn would beEstablished just betwixt them on the velvet turf, And pebbled paths would lead up to the shrineof here, vast black-topped mountains loom, That moan when winds sweep oer their crest,And straying cattle are the only signs of life; Few dreamers come to soothe their minds sultry August morn a wanderer appeared And lolled away an hour beneath the leafyshade;His spirit throbbed with echoes of a recent strife; His future had been bettered or unmade;But ere he left he drew his knife and deftly cut On the smooth bark of beech that all might see,Two names, ( ) ( ) And turned them over to the God of Beech TreeImmortality. August 9, 1910. 20 MY VALEDICTORY PON the sad, grey shore I
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