Persephone en andere gedichten

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To Nellie L.S.

- - - - - - - - But, lady fair!
A poet's song is like a summer-rain,
Falling from the blue heavens of his heart,
When least expected. So, one day, perchance,
My lips grow sweet with melody, then say:
Those are the songs, he promised me one day.

August. 1883.

Cimarron. New Mexico.