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Chapter 4 I. Guiney.

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through the bar

nter's daw

wever you che

are flyi

dawn, and pal

un a heart

morning flus

airer flus

e-leaf that i

ek where I

side of the

atched, and

lips, they we

ade no ans

was on her

s said, "Sh

s on the blu

by her dea

the violet d

ht I longed

d the fainte

ight was

hough never in

with a loo

a heart-beat flut

s wing spr

her weary a

ght of her

Bun

ner," copyright, 1884, 1892, 18

ng So

Love, across th

meeting of th

iss in sight of

ger, lo

's red vintage

arl dissolved

night drinks a

thine ha

stars, and comfo

es, round else

rce our sun a

r lips,

Lan

yright, 1884, 1891, by Mary D. Lanier,

at Bring the

m out the we

wandering cow

pine-woods, da

at bring the

de seas the

s fading g

lime, and fu

ds bring the

at looks to e

ne, is our h

stormy se

at bring the

Gil

Nig

rk, and dark

midnight city

ke a li

ack pool

teamer, hur

irling Kills

the edd

ard the c

tween the riv

low,-the lily'

ing mot

er breas

Gil

Thy Love

thy lov

h, since deathles

ting off

lest me with a

for this

fish plaint, no

e snowfl

gained a summe

a plainti

r harper at a

ithout a

ove glide in an

Fie

Fu

ake into the

marbl

it of all our

eathed cro

rnere

ar beyond the

ld, n

iling: in the

ed wealt

ds, nor

t that far ab

tered

ith our coming

rous worl

pe, n

t, starless Ni

we g

ped the constel

ade at

rt, no

rd that midnight,

otstep

of a Father's

alone i

se, no

. S

sci

oon hung

as low in

betroth

chyard paus

aiden a

the old d

winds wa

chirped fro

n the mea

ave of a l

bling stone

ivy runn

ivy an

it over

my sweeth

ttle mound

with name

k and clu

s were fill

row I did

e winds we

tears wer

the unkn

row that

Ald

Aug

ng August

le drows

a melanch

dreamed

ered in i

s show beyo

heir down

many a weed

er-flow

s of ten

orchard ais

l of ripe

ere grass, in

at comi

s strange

wind to stir

h leaves

erulous cri

ling locu

of Summ

How

ay You

al sweetne

God sent

e lavende

was mid

way the gre

sailed o

t day was s

had com

ng some sna

l in grass

at of the

each we

ear sets th

ar strips

r in my

he brawl

. R

o Lu

come fu' l

ittle

out to ma

ittle

' have to-m

tole me d

ool me, chi

ittle

bad de li

ittle

ones an' ru

ittle

ou's a-ru

k some po' f

whup you

ittle

you mos' t

ittle

e'f clean o

ittle

n's now,-s

ver b'lieve

'twell I was

ittle

ol' yo' haid

ittle

hter playe

ittle

know whu

llun's al

aution no

ittle

aid down

ittle

have a righ

ittle

unnin' rou

es an' don'

ah now, go

ittle

Dun

n's Th

an-therefo

him, cry

to

m dela

mes to me, I m

as a

lent a

hear

and de

I gro

dear thi

ife flin

g to

to

h for my

e the co

re my w

were los

as a

f he part

my heart

eyond

and d

ust I

elf fo

he di

no sig

of min

has be

eart tur

im, yearn

im to l

e, lea

od abo

Gil

Fl

among the s

d his hand and

, of all yon

wing to?" The

whereon his

music round h

en I had not l

ound upon the

hese orbs ere

wer star that

splendor now

e would I go an

who some child'

rld where yeste

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