Frank Dempster Sherman Biography

My heart was winter-bound until
   I heard you sing;
O voice of Love, hush not, but fill
   My life with Spring!
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At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
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Bees don't care about the snow;
I can tell you why that's so:
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Give me the room whose every nook
Is dedicated to a book:
Two windows will suffice for air
And grant the light admission there,—
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ALL up and down in shadow-town
The shadow children go;
In every street you ’re sure to meet
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