Will she ever know in the city street
How we think of her when the snow and sleet,
Make houses enjoyable things to own,
How often we mention her name at home?{23}
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Can she ever know with her warm flower heart,
How she gave us back what we lost in part.
How the thought of her when it’s cold with rain,
Fills the house and the halls, with herself again.
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Reminders
THE sun, the wind, and rain
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The trees, the flowers and skies,
A grosbeak’s note
From its flaming throat
And my bosom is tossed with sighs.
Eyebeams and locks of hair
The curve of a white cheek near,
Each day of the week
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