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Josephine Preston Peabody · Vanguardias / s. XX
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The flowers knew her through the frost,
Their own true-lover.
Rose crowding rose, the color crossed;
The silver breath could hover
Near and far, poor lover!
They wondered at her through the pane,
And through December.
And then she went her way again,
—Eyes trying to remember.
Have your day, December!
← Charm: to be said in the sunCopyright 1903 by Josephine Preston Peabody — All Rights Reserved →
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