Song

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Title:     Song
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

A scarlet bird went sailing away through the wood . . .

It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.

Bare boughs of my apple-tree,
Beautiful gray arms stretched out to me,
Swaying to and fro like angels' wings . . .

It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Song

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