Poem of the day

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Today’s poet will be Willa Cather she is best known as a novelist of  the American Prarie.  She has written two books of poetry and has been given the honor of being the face of the 1973  postage stamp.
THE HAWTHORN TREE by Willa Cather (1873-1947)
ACROSS the shimmering meadows–
Ah, when he came to me!
In the spring-time,
In the night-time,
In the starlight,
Beneath the hawthorn tree.

Up from the misty marsh-land–
Ah, when he climbed to me!
To my white bower,
To my sweet rest,
To my warm breast,
Beneath the hawthorn tree.

Ask of me what the birds sang,
High in the hawthorn tree;
What the breeze tells,
What the rose smells,
What the stars shine–
Not what he said to me!

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