Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли)

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I went to look for roses
When snow was on the ground,
Alas, a wither'd thorn-bush
Was all the flowers I found!
I thought of summer-blossoms
Alight with dews of morn,
And down I sate me weeping
Beside the barren thorn.
Out spake a grey-hair'd neighbour,—
“O madness! not to know
The time of living roses
Is not the time of snow.”
Fie on such foolish comfort!
It never dried one tear;
I am weeping for my roses
Because they are not here.

1. A Child's Fancy
2. The Escape of the Empress Matilda
3. Lilies
4. The Little Schooner
5. One and Another

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