Poems

Frida

Frida Frida, I knew that thy life-years were counted. If but before thee a lifting thought mounted, Upward thy gaze turned all wistful to view it, […]

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GOOD-MORNING

GOOD-MORNING Day’s coming up now, joy’s returned, Sorrow’s dark cloud-castles captured and burned; Over the mountain-tops glowing Light-king his armies is throwing. “Up now, up now!” […]

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