 | Poems by a Little Girl |  |
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A SCARLET bird went sailing away through the wood . . .It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
Bare boughs of my apple-tree,
Beautiful gray arms stretched out to me,
Swaying to and fro like angels' wings . . .
It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
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