Clinton Scollard Quotes

And from the phlox and mignonette. Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes, The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass, With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear, The passion of the hermit thrush.
Clinton Scollard
Clinton Scollard

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