Herford, Oliver, 1863-1935 · New York, The Century Co. · leaf 75
Oh, dear! is summer over ? I heard a rosebud moan,When first her eyes she opened,And found she was alone. Oh, why did summer leave me,Litde me, belated ?Where are the other roses? I think they mii:;Jit have waited ! Soon the little rosebud Saw to her surpriseOlher roses opening, So she dried her…
Children's poetry, American
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