James Stephens

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That of what flow’rs you find of fairest hueAnd sweetest odor you do gather thoseAre best of all the best — a fragrant rose,A tall calm lily from the waterside,A half-blown poppy leaning at the sideIts graceful head to dream among the corn,Forget-me-nots that seem as though the mornHad tumbled down and grew into the…

Cow, Cow!

Are looking at each other’s eyesYou are lying on the grassEating every time I pass,And you do not seem to beEver in perplexity:You are good I’m sure, and notFit for nothing but the pot:For your bearing is so kind,And your quietness so wise:Cow, Cow!I and thouAre looking at each other’s eyes.

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Walking in the fields of snow;Where there is no grass at all;Where the top of every wall,Every fence, and every tree,Is as white as white can be.IIPointing out the way we came,-Every one of them the same-All across the fields there bePrints in silver filigree;And our mothers always know,By the footprints in the snow,Where it…