Gertrude Bloede
Poems (3)
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My Father's Child
About her head or floating feet / No halo’s starry gleam, … -
Night after Night
Night after night we dauntlessly embark / On slumber’s stream, in whose deep waves are drowned … -
Soul, Wherefore Fret Thee?
Soul, wherefore fret thee? Striving still to throw / Some light upon the primal mystery …