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10 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 book 67 7 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 them I 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