O velvet [illegible], You're a dusty fellow, You've powdered your legs with gold! O brave marsh-mary buds, rich & yellow, give me your money to hold O columbine, open your folded wrapper, [illegible] dwell O cuckoo-pint toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell. And show me your nest with the young ones in it; I will not steal them away; I am old! You may trust me, linnst, linnst, I am seven times one today.All of [Jean Ingalon's ?] poetry is good full of buds bees and flowers and of ships on the sea It is fresh and clear & truthful and has through- out the time poetic jingle I wish you could get her book67  Looking over a gate at at a pool in a field "What change has made the pastures sweet and reached the daises at my feet, and cloud that wears a golden h[illegible] This lovely world, the hills, the [illegible] They all look fresh, as if the Lord But yesterday had finished themI see the pool more clear by half than pools where other waters laugh - etc - - - ------ ---- ------ ------------- Extract from Scholar & Carpenter while sipening corn grew thick & deep, And here and there men stood to reap, One morn I put my heart to sleep And to the lanes I took my way. The gold finch on a thistle head. [Stood?] scattering seedlets while she fed The wrens their pretty gossip spread, Or joined a random rounde lay
 Apr 22
Reel 01, Image 1036
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