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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Ina Donna Coolbrith (1841–1928)


SING, lark, far up the sky!

Sing, throstle, for love’s sake!

Sing, sing, as if no heart might ever break!

Softly, O summer sigh

Of winds, let patter down

The blossom-rain, as if no storms had blown!

Smile, flowers, along the way,—

Your dainty presence stirs

Such blessed thoughts, ye little comforters.

O earth, for one kind day

Let me be glad again,—

Forgetting grief that is, and that has been.