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Virginia Woodward Cloud
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(4)
An Old Street
The past walks here, noiseless, unasked, alone;
Care
All in the leafy darkness, when sleep had passed me by,
The Mother's Song
All day and all day, as I sit at my measureless turning,
Youth
Out of the heart there flew a little singing bird,