![[The image of the book's cover is unavailable.]](https://oldbook.b-cdn.net/kitaplar/8/pg71665-h/images/cover.jpg)
![[The image of the author's photo is unavailable.]](https://oldbook.b-cdn.net/kitaplar/8/pg71665-h/images/frontis.jpg)
Brown Leaves
AND
OTHER VERSES
BYELLA STEVENS HARRIS![[Image unavailable.]](https://oldbook.b-cdn.net/kitaplar/8/pg71665-h/images/colophon.png)
ALTAVISTA
16 ROCKLEDGE ROAD
MONTCLAIR
COPYRIGHT 1912 BY
ELLA STEVENS HARRIS
OSWALD PRESS, NEW YORK
ONE HUNDRED COPIES OF THIS BOOK
HAVE BEEN PRIVATELY PRINTED.
THIS COPY IS NUMBER 68
From time to time, for many years, some of these verses have appearedin newspapers and periodicals. They are here collected at the request offriends.
E. S. H.
TO E. P. H.
The language of the human heart,
Nor tongue nor pen may tell;
But other eyes look into ours,
And understand us well.
Nor tongue nor pen may tell;
But other eyes look into ours,
And understand us well.
No gift is worthy, my Beloved,
Of what thou art to me;
But these frail children of my love,
I would bestow on thee.
Of what thou art to me;
But these frail children of my love,
I would bestow on thee.
The years will come, the years will go,
As poets oft have sung;
But Love is Life, and Life is Love,
And Love, is ever young!
{1}
As poets oft have sung;
But Love is Life, and Life is Love,
And Love, is ever young!
{1}