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Daisy Time

Buttercups have honeyed hearts, Bees they love the clover, But I love the daisies’ dance All the meadow over. Marjorie Pickthall, Daisy Time

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Nature: Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. … Continue reading

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Birds of a Feather Presumably Flock Together

THERE was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the … Continue reading

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