Elga Haymon White

Dewdrops, like diamonds, sparkling on the grass
Meadowlarks trilling, full-throated . . . melodious—
Blackbirds singing their songs of the season
Blue sky . . . warm sun . . . birds will soon be winging. Daffodils springing up out of the ground,
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The wind blows here... the wind blows there
The wind seems to blow from... everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair...
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! Can you see its graceful fingers... playing in your hair?
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Walking with you in the evening
Along the bowered lane
Walking alone... together
In the slowly, falling rain.
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When the sun in the morning comes up in the West...
and sinks slowly in the East,
The Rainbow's hues become so dim...
its brilliant colors cease.
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A-whirlin', a-twirlin' . . . little leaves caper an' prance—
A-comin' together . . . for an Autumn Square Dance. A-dancin', a-driftin' . . . with laughter an' glee—
Careless an' reckless . . . th' wind blows 'em free . . .
to soar o'er th' meadow . . . th' pasture an' lea
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Soft, warm, gentle candle-glow... flame a-curl in th' breeze,
a-givin' light through th' fallin' snow, amongst th' deadened leaves.
A-shinin' as bright an' as much as it might-
a-lightin' a lovely an' snowy night.
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Love passed between us... oh, so divine
At that instant our young hearts entwined.
Glancing away... you were there at my side
Entreating lovingly, 'My dear, wilt thou be mine? '
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