NORAH
I knew his house by the poplar trees—Green and silvery in the breeze;“A heaven-high hedge,” were the words he said,“And holly-hocks—pink and white and red....”It seemed so far from McChesney’s HallWhere first he told me about it all....A long path runs inside from the gate,He still can take it early or late;But where in the world is a path for me—Except the river that runs to the sea!Zoë Akins
I knew his house by the poplar trees—Green and silvery in the breeze;“A heaven-high hedge,” were the words he said,“And holly-hocks—pink and white and red....”It seemed so far from McChesney’s HallWhere first he told me about it all....A long path runs inside from the gate,He still can take it early or late;But where in the world is a path for me—Except the river that runs to the sea!Zoë Akins
I knew his house by the poplar trees—Green and silvery in the breeze;
I knew his house by the poplar trees—
Green and silvery in the breeze;
“A heaven-high hedge,” were the words he said,“And holly-hocks—pink and white and red....”
“A heaven-high hedge,” were the words he said,
“And holly-hocks—pink and white and red....”
It seemed so far from McChesney’s HallWhere first he told me about it all....
It seemed so far from McChesney’s Hall
Where first he told me about it all....
A long path runs inside from the gate,He still can take it early or late;
A long path runs inside from the gate,
He still can take it early or late;
But where in the world is a path for me—Except the river that runs to the sea!
But where in the world is a path for me—
Except the river that runs to the sea!
Zoë Akins