Love
The Bird in the Hand
From The Singing Leaves (1903)
Love
Yesterday has flown away
Far beyond the sun.
And of morrows, who can say,
Till another one?
Only Now is all my own,
And my heart knows how:
O wild wings for a sky unknown,
Mine, mine—now!
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MLA
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “The Bird in the Hand.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/7/.
Chicago
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “The Bird in the Hand.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/7/.
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