The Call Of Spring

The Call of Spring Florence Wilkinson 571 I hearkened at dawn to the call of the Spring, The voice of a spirit, And my soul leapt up like a wildwood thing, Like a hawk from its tirret She is calling me out to the open wold, To the scurrying…

The Orginal Summer Girl

The Orginal Summer Girl. 84-13 Was Eve a Summer girl? I hate To answer this at all; But I can state, at any rate, She came before the Fall.

The Prairie in Spring

The Prairie in Spring. 102-2 Flaming clouds athwart the hiil, Broken ice and flashing rill; Oozy marge of brimming slough That the coming drake hath drew. See his green, inquiring head, Lifted from the snail-strewn bed! Mark the gopher's…

The Call of Spring

The Call of Spring. Florence Wilkinson 57.1 I hearkened at dawn to the call of the Spring, The voice of a spirit, And my soul leapt up like a wildwood thing, Like a hawk from its tirret. She is calling me out to the open wold, To the scurrying…

The Orginal Summer Girl

The Orginal Summer Girl 84-13 Was Eve a Summer girl? I hate To answer this at all; But I can state, at any rate, She came before the Fall