Hilda Conkling Poems

Sun-flowers, stop growing!
If you touch the sky where those clouds are passing
Like tufts of dandelion gone to seed,
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Little soldier with the golden helmet,
What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
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The Rolling in of the Wave

It was night when the sky was dark blue
And the water came in with a wavy look
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I made a ring of leaves
on the autumn grass:
I was a fairy queen all day.
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The old bridge has a wrinkled face.
He bends his back
For us to go over.
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THE birds came to tell Siegfried a story,
A story of the woods out of a tree:
How the ring was fairy
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The hills are going somewhere;
They have been on the way a long time.
They are like camels in a line
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Now the flowers are all folded
and the dark is going by.
The evening is arising . . .
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Why do you stand on the air
And no sun shining?
How can you hold yourself so still
On raindrops sliding?
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On Easter morn
Up the faint cloudy sky
I hear the Easter bell,
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