In The Garret (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
Four little chests all in a row, Dim with dust, and worn by time, All fashioned and filled, long ago, By children now ...
Four little chests all in a row, Dim with dust, and worn by time, All fashioned and filled, long ago, By children now ...
A little grey curl from my father's head I find unburned on the hearth, And give it a place in my diary ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
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