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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // The Dead Child. by Charles Hamilton Musgrove — unbolt me

Life to her was a perfect flower, And every petal a jeweled hour, Till all at once–we know not why– God sent a frost from His clear blue sky. Life to her was a fairy rune; Her light feet tripped to the lilting tune, Till all at once–we know not why– God stopped th’ enchanting […]

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // The Dead Child. by Charles Hamilton Musgrove — unbolt me

Life to her was a perfect flower,
And every petal a jeweled hour,
Till all at once–we know not why–
God sent a frost from His clear blue sky.

Life to her was a fairy rune;
Her light feet tripped to the lilting tune,
Till all at once–we know not why–
God stopped th’ enchanting melody.

Life to her was a picture book
That her glad eyes searched with eager look
Till all at once–we know not why–
God put the wondrous volume by.

by CHARLES HAMILTON MUSGROVE (1871-1926)
Public Domain Poetry

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