Evaleen Stein Poems

I heard a song at daybreak,
So honey-sweet and clear,
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'Peep! Peep! Peep! ' Poor little chick!
Little cry so weak and small,
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Grandfather says of all things
The silliest he's heard
Is that some children call things
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The April rain-drops tinkle
In cuckoo-cups of gold,
And warm south winds unwrinkle
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Such pretty things are to be seen,
Such pleasant things to do,
The April earth it is so green,
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Peach-buds to meet thee,
Robins to greet thee,
Hey, little Sweetheart! and May morning, hey!
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THE CACTUS towers, straight and tall,
Through fallow fields of chapparal;
And here and there, in paths apart,
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NOT lips of mine have ever said:
"Would God that I were dead!"
Nay, cruel griefs! ye cannot break
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O LITTLE buds, break not so fast!
The spring's but new.
The skies will yet be brighter blue,
And sunny too.
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DEAR marshes, by no hand of man
Laboriously sown,
My river clasps you in its arms
And claims you for its own!
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