A B Davis High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Mount Vernon, NY)

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A Villannelie The moon sTood still To speak To me, And over dainTy Tear-drop dew She spread her beauTy quieTly. The wraThTul cliTT suppressed The sea: The ocean mimicked morning's blue: The moon sTood sTill To speak To me. The dawn-grass whispered wisTTully AbouT The violeT's billeT-doux lShe spread her beauTy quieTlyT. She sTopped To resT by The linden Tree, And silver shadow siTTed Through. The moon s+ood sTill To speak To me. And so we sTood There, iusT we Three, i and The moon and The morning dew. The moon sTood sTill To speak To me. She spread her 'beauTy quieTly. Elizabeth Gips I Twilight The hillside is powdered whiTe wiTh driTTed snow. Lonely and bare, one Tiny maple Holds on iTs black Twigs Ten downy and sleepily-nodding sparrows. TwenTy sTeps away, iT's merely an eTching - black on whiTe: Pussy-willow Sprig . Giulio D'Angz'o An Autumn Evening How sTill iT is! Edged wiTh The Tang oT cold: The icy sTars sTare Trom a blue-black sky: Long pasT, now, are The days when Thunder rolled, When in The woods we heard The nighT-bird's cry. The brown leaves drop, and lie upon The groundg The homely crickei' now has ceased his chirp: The Toad and 'Coon Their winTer homes have Tound To sleep Till Spring shall WinTer's reign usurp. The TrosTy moon looks down on dying EarTh, BUT even yeT her pallid beam doTh say, Nay, Triends, puT noT away your mirTh For I shall glow again, some oTher day. Daphne Stones 0 I2I 9