Eleanor Rogers Cox Heart Poems
- 1. To A Dead Poet
I speak your name-a magic thing-
Jocund April takes my hand,
Golden birds begin to sing,
Laughter fills the silver land.
... - 2. The Dream Of Aengus Og
When the rose of Morn through the Dawn was breaking,
And white on the hearth was last night's flame,
Thither to me ‘twixt sleeping and waking,
Singing out of the mists she came.
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