Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 289
n and sigh,As passing gusts sweep through the wood,Where goldenrod majestic stood,Or tiny wild flowers hid awayWhen spring and summer held full sway. These things are but asleep beneathThe snow that covers wood and heath ;And when the whir of many a wingShall herald the return of spring,From… … Have you heard, in the heart of winter, When the storm beats at the door,The sound of the wet wind singing And the fretful tempests roar?Have you heard the loose boughs creaking, And the rattle of dry dead leaves,And the musical drip of the rainfall, And the singsong drone in the eaves? T is the…
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