Nora Jane Hopper Chesson Biography

At the sign of the Beckoning Kitten
We geishas dwell;
Over our doorway is written
“Hail and farewell.”
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White of skin and brown of hair,
Here he lies who has done with care.
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The blackbird has a mouth of gold, though sombre be his feathers;
The lark is for the summer noon, the blackbird for all
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'Tis I go fiddling, fiddling,
By weedy ways forlorn;
I make the blackbird's music
Ere in his breast 'tis born:
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I am the dream of April, I am the soul of May;
The sallows scatter, the sallows splatter their gold upon my way:
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