Arthur Bernstein Poems

Who is this, so tall and slender
Like a graceful maiden fair,
By the roadside in the sunshine
With her locks of yellow hair?
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On the grass of the cliff,
At the edge of the steep,
God planted a garden...
A garden of sleep.
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The rain from the sky was dripping.
The clouds were gray and low.
And dim was the dear old parlor
In the dying embers glow.
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The valiant men defended their land,
Facing the enemy with weapons in hand.
The invaders outnumbered them ten thousand to one...
And yet, these brave men would never run.
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