Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)
Summer Hours
Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed's down In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear That steals into the soul when unaware, And springs up Memory in the stony town.
Helen Gray Cone’s other poems:

Helen Gray Cone (Хелен Грей Коун)
Summer Hours
Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed's down In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear That steals into the soul when unaware, And springs up Memory in the stony town.
Helen Gray Cone’s other poems: