id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
261	Lowell, Amy	A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass			.txt	text/plain	13301	1159	92	"Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, While the wet drops like little glints of light, Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light. Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, They hear winds wandering through lofty trees I love the very human heart of man. And Summer said, "Come, follow onward, with no thought save the longing The wind, and the bees, and the flowers, all singing the great song Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! Of light night wind comes laden with the scent Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Here sleeps the sun long, idle summer hours; The wind is singing through the trees to-night, Have run away like little grains of sand; And all the long nights are made glad by thee? O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs! The little intimate things of every day,	./cache/261.txt	./txt/261.txt