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Adelaide A Proctor
One by one...
One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to...
No star is...
No star is ever lost we once have seen,
We always may be what we might have been.
Seated one day...
Seated one day at the organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy...
See how time...
See how time makes all grief decay.
Source: Life in Death, The Poems of Adelaide...
I know too...
I know too well the poison and the sting
Of things too sweet.
Source: Per Pacem...
One by one...
One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to...
No star is...
No star is ever lost we once have seen,
We always may be what we might have been.
Seated one day...
Seated one day at the organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy...
See how time...
See how time makes all grief decay.
Source: Life in Death, The Poems of Adelaide...
I know too...
I know too well the poison and the sting
Of things too sweet.
Source: Per Pacem...