Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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FOUNTS OF LIFE.
Only a country wench, and a simple
Face full of rustic rest,
Clasping a rosy ball with a dimple—
Baby that nosed the breast.
Face full of rustic rest,
Clasping a rosy ball with a dimple—
Baby that nosed the breast.
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Framed in the doorway, there she was netting
Hard at her double toil,
Feeding her tyrant, sturdily letting
Love into lips and coil.
Hard at her double toil,
Feeding her tyrant, sturdily letting
Love into lips and coil.
Gold was the sunrise, gray were the arching
Heavens with wind at strife,
Down through the thirsty throat and its parching
Murmured the founts of life.
Heavens with wind at strife,
Down through the thirsty throat and its parching
Murmured the founts of life.
There were the rent-worth pigs as they guzzled
Wash with a noisy zest,
There was the clinging baby that nuzzled
Boldly the warm white breast.
Wash with a noisy zest,
There was the clinging baby that nuzzled
Boldly the warm white breast.
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