Excerpt from Little Book of Verses Oh, would they could wake again One who sleeps where the shadows of the forest spread, It would free my poor heart of its grief and its pain Could they bring me back my dead.
Where, oh flowers fair, Are the hopes that were once such a comfort to me? They are gone, they have perished, are buried Where I planted a wild rose tree.
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