FROM THE POETRY SHELF1920

June Night

Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night, How can I sleep while all around Floats rainy fragrance and the far Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground? Oh Earth, you gave me all I have, I love you, I love you,—oh what have I That I can give you in return— Except my body after I die?

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