Glad the verses came to me,
My children, sweet and light!
Claimed my book of poetry,
Sang into it right.
One page more lay empty then,
When winged eyelashes flew,
And I gazed up to see again
My inspiration—-you.
Glad the verses came to me,
My children, sweet and light!
Claimed my book of poetry,
Sang into it right.
One page more lay empty then,
When winged eyelashes flew,
And I gazed up to see again
My inspiration—-you.