Summer Hours
(from The Ride to the Lady: 1893)Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed’s down
In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear
That steals into the soul when unaware,
And springs up Memory in the stony town.
Helen Gray Cone (1859-1934)
American poet and professor of English literature
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