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 | Poems by Maurice Thompson |  |
TO MY WIFE
Songs of a mocking-bird
Translated carefully,
Golden note by golden word;
Th' original melody
Imitated phrase by phrase,
As heard in dewy dawn-lit ways
Of Freedom's solitudes
Down by the sea in the springtime woods.
Read them and heed them,
As if you heard
Prophecy out of the throat of a bird.
Translated carefully,
Golden note by golden word;
Th' original melody
Imitated phrase by phrase,
As heard in dewy dawn-lit ways
Of Freedom's solitudes
Down by the sea in the springtime woods.
Read them and heed them,
As if you heard
Prophecy out of the throat of a bird.
| Poems by Maurice Thompson | |