Be still, you little leaves! nor tell your sorrow To any passing bat or hovering owl Or the low-splashing, restless water-fowl. You flowering rushes, sigh not till to-morrow; Come not, sad wind, out of your caverns eerie: My love is sleeping, and my love is weary.
Three Songs
Song Cycle by Ronald Chamberlain
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Language: English
Authorship:
- by Mary Gladys Meredith Webb (1881 - 1927), no title, appears in Poems and The Spring of Joy, first published 1928
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