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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THISTLE-DOWN, by CLARA DOTY BATES First Line: Never a beak has my white bird Last Line: Is the thistle-down. Subject(s): Bords | |||
NEVER a beak has my white bird, Nor throat for song; But wings of silk by soft wind stirred Bear it along. With wings of silk and a heart of seed, Over field and town It sails, -- ah! quaint little bird indeed Is the thistle-down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 10. LONELY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LISTENING by KATHARINE LEE BATES |
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