When Dr. Birdwell convinced Karle Wilson Baker to teach Contemporary Poetry for the summer sessions in 1924, he added to his faculty Texas' most prest ..
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Dropp’d feather from the wings of God My little songs and snatches are, So light He does not hear them fall As He goes by, from star to star. Dropp’d feathers from the wings of God I find, and braid them in my hair; Men heed them not--they only make My soul unto herself more fair.
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Poet's Song by Karle Wilson Baker