 | Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) |  |
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LITTLE LOSSES.
Who misses a drop from the shower?
Who mourns a leaf lost from the tree?
Who weeps, when the woods are in flower,
If one broken blossom there be?
Then, dear one, why cling so to me?
Who mourns a leaf lost from the tree?
Who weeps, when the woods are in flower,
If one broken blossom there be?
Then, dear one, why cling so to me?
The wind shakes the shining dew-spangles
Loose out of the grass-tops at morn,
And brushes the silkenest tangles
From all the tossed locks of the corn,
What time the first bird-songs are born;
Loose out of the grass-tops at morn,
And brushes the silkenest tangles
From all the tossed locks of the corn,
What time the first bird-songs are born;
And what heart deplores them? We only
Perceive that no longer they be;
And surely, you cannot be lonely,
Missing out of the world only me?
The whole world is enough, without me?
Perceive that no longer they be;
And surely, you cannot be lonely,
Missing out of the world only me?
The whole world is enough, without me?
Who mourns for the tiny brown sparrow
That dies in the thick orchard trees?
God's world has not yet grown so narrow
That it feels so small losses as these:
Your loss is still smaller,—so peace!
That dies in the thick orchard trees?
God's world has not yet grown so narrow
That it feels so small losses as these:
Your loss is still smaller,—so peace!
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