ON the lips of the child Janet float changing dreams. It is a thin spiral of blue smoke, A morning campfire at a mountain lake. On the lips of the child Janet, Wisps of haze on ten miles of corn, Young light blue calls to young light gold of morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DRINKING SONG (3) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE LILIES: 15 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 8. BEAM-VERSES AT WELL KNOWE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |