Lacelike Loves Of ChildhoodThin, white, unglowing, Back they come to trouble us Who love the fire and its burning. They come in sharp angles Seen through windy mists. Lacelike loves of childhood, Unsought, from far returning___ A copy-book and a blue ribbon, Starched white muslin and little scared eyes___ Back they come to trouble us. __Nelson Antrim Crawford. |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
Page 36
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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