Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The Night Wind Comments

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(Song)


The night wind in its passing
Sweeps the blossoms of the tree,
And fragrance, like a melody,
Is wafted up to me.

I know not whence, nor whither,
Of fragrance born, of song,
But O, but O, the memories
Tonight that ‘round me throng!
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Ina Coolbrith
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Ina Coolbrith

Ina Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois
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