THE LITTLE LOVES
The little loves that laugh and sigh— They tempt me not. They come and pass Unheard, unanswered, and” unknown, Like whispers stifled in the'grass. The little breezes that are light 'Can never stir a ripple, dear, Where tho broad beauty of my love Lies calm before the world, and clear. Who that has heard the tempest sing, Who that has felt the winds prevail Is shaken by a little breeze: Great Love, you were the rocking gale! Margaret Wilkinson.
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Evening Star, Issue 16677, 8 March 1918, Page 7
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82THE LITTLE LOVES Evening Star, Issue 16677, 8 March 1918, Page 7
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