English poem
SUMMER HOURS
Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed's down In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear That steals into the soul when unaware, And springs up Memory in the stony town.
Versos English Helen Gray Cone SUMMER HOURS
Versos English Helen Gray Cone SUMMER HOURS
English poem
Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed's down In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear That steals into the soul when unaware, And springs up Memory in the stony town.