The Poems of Joyce Kilmer

Index by First Line

Poems from France

In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet
Many laughing ladies, leisurely and wise
My shoulders ache beneath my pack
The Sixty-ninth is on its way—France heard it long ago
Upon his will he binds a radiant chain
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