Where? (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
My snowy eupatorium has droppedIts silver threads of petals in the night;No signal told its blossoming had stopped;Its seed-films flutter ...
My snowy eupatorium has droppedIts silver threads of petals in the night;No signal told its blossoming had stopped;Its seed-films flutter ...
O month whose promise and fulfilment blend,And burst in one! it seems the earth can storeIn all her roomy house ...
Some flowers are withered and some joys have died;The garden reeks with an East Indian scentFrom beds where gillyflowers stand ...
My snowy eupatorium has dropped Its silver threads of petals in the night; No signal told its blossoming had stopped; ...
Some flowers are withered and some joys have died; The garden reeks with an East Indian scent From beds where ...
O month whose promise and fulfilment blend, And burst in one! it seems the earth can store In all her ...
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