Clinton Scollard

Clinton Scollard

Her feet along the dewy hills
Are lighter than blown thistledown;
She bears the glamour of one star
Upon her violet crown.More Clinton Scollard quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
Upon my lips the breath of song,
Within my heart a rhyme,
Howe'er time trips or lags along,
I keep abreast with time!More Clinton Scollard quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods.More Clinton Scollard quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
The lyric sound of laughter
Fills all the April hills
The joy-song of the crocus,
The mirth of daffodils.More Clinton Scollard quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry,
For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky,
And when down the midnight the owl call "to-whoo"!
Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too;
Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb,
So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.More Clinton Scollard quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

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