Celtic Legend by Eliza Witte - HTML preview

Warmth

In the town the autumn came upon.

The rain was gushing so dull.

The clouds were playing with the cold; Old churches darkened, with gray walls.

The trees, striped naked, were crying.

The day was all gone and hurt.

My fingers frozen were trying To find sanctuary in a bag of chestnuts.

And you came, quiet and shy,

And like in an old book I once read, You said nothing, but you gave me a smile, And warmed my hands with your breath.

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I Have Struggle In My Nature I have struggle in my nature.

The wildest runs throughout my veins.

A wonderer, a happy stranger, I play my harp in spite of pain.

A singer singing for my bread, I praise each step upon my way.

And though despised, I don’t forget To thank for every single day!

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