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, Little me, belated ?Where are the other roses? I think they might have waited! Soon the little rosebud Saw to her surpriseOther roses opening, So she dried her…
Children's poetry, American
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