Helen Gray Cone Fast Poems
- 1. A Fairy Tale
There stands by the wood-path shaded
A meek little beggar maid;
Close under her mantle faded
She is hidden like one afraid.
... - 2. The Ride To The Lady
“Now since mine even is come at last,-
For I have been the sport of steel,
And hot life ebbeth from me fast,
And I in saddle roll and reel,-
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