Your Letter By Ruby Archer
Let not the day go dully by
With heavy tread and downward eye,
With crownless head all sadly bent,—
When you the dolour might prevent.
Your letter gives the day a crown,
Blithe feet, elate as thistle-down,
Great heavenward eyes that rapture know,
And heart an oratorio.
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