A precious place is Paradise and none may know its worth, But Eden ever longeth for the knicknacks of the earth. The angels grow quite wistful over worldly things below; They hear the hurdy-gurdies in the Candle Makers Row. They listen for the laughter from the antics of the earth; They lower pails from heaven's walls to catch the milk-maids mirth.
There is a glory in a great mistake. - Nathalia Crane
There is a glory in a great mistake.
- Nathalia Crane
Said the tiger to the lily, Said the viper to the rose, Let us marry so our children May attain the double pose. With a feline half a flower With the… - Nathalia Crane
Said the tiger to the lily, Said the viper to the rose, Let us marry so our children May attain the double pose. With a feline half a flower With the…
The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence. - Nathalia Crane
The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.
The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down; The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown; The Roman rolls from left to right from … - Nathalia Crane
The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down; The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown; The Roman rolls from left to right from …
The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fa… - Nathalia Crane
The starry brocade of the summer night Is linked to us as part of our estate; And every bee that wings its sidelong flight Assurance of a sweeter, fa…
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography. - Nathalia Crane
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography.
Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake. - Nathalia Crane
Let go the lure The striving to unmake; Behold the truth Whenever heart may ache There is a glory In a great mistake.
In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes? - Nathalia Crane
In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?
I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line. - Nathalia Crane
I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line.
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