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Poems
by William Dean Howells
Binding: Hardcover, 223 pages
Publisher: Reprint Services Corp
Weight: 1.2 pound
Dimension: H: 0.8 x L: 9.3 x W: 6.3 inches
ISBN 10: 0781232694
ISBN 13: 9780781232692
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CAPRICE. SHE hung the cage at the window : ' If he goes by,' she said, ' He will hear my robin singing, And when he lifts his head, I shall be sitting here to sew, And he will bow to me, I know.' The robin sang a love sweet song, The young man raised his head ; The maiden turned away and blushed : ' I am a fool!' she said, And went on broidering in silk A pink eyed rabbit, white as milk. The young man loitered slowly By the house three times that day; She took her bird from the window : ' He need not look this way.' She sat at her piano long, And sighed, and played a death sad song. 3 D But when the day was done, she said, ' I wish that he would come ! Remember, Mary, if he calls To night I 'm not at home.' So when he rang, she went the elf! She went and let him in herself. They sang full long together Their songs love sweet, death sad ; The robin woke from his slumber, And rang out, clear and glad. ' Now go ! ' she coldly said ; ' 't is late ; ' And followed him to latch the gate. He took the rosebud from her hair, While, ' You shall not! ' she said ; He closed her hand within his own, And, while her tongue forbade, Her will was darkened in the eclipse Of blinding love upon his lips. SWEET CLOVER ' My letters back to me.' I KNOW they won the faint perfume, That to their faded pages clings, From gloves, and handkerchiefs, and things Kept in the soft and scented gloom Of some mysterious box poor leaves Of summer, now as sere and dead As any leaves of summer shed From crimson boughs when autumn grieves ! The ghost of fragrance ! Yet I thrill All through with such delicious pain Of soul and sense, to breathe again The sweet that haunted memory still. And under these Dece...


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