A Mist of a Dream
A Mist of a Dream
Poem
A scarlet bird went sailing away through the wood . . .
It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
Bare boughs of my apple-tree,
Beautiful gray arms stretched out to me,
Swaying to and fro like angels' wings . . .
It was only a mist of dream
That floated by.
Notes
This poem was composed by Hilda Conkling when she was 7 - 9 years old. She told it to her mother who wrote it down.
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