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Poem by Edith Nesbit Questions WHAT do the roses do, mother, Now that the summer’s done? They lie in the bed that is hung with red And dream about the sun. What do the lilies do, mother, Now that there’s no more June? Each one lies down in her white nightgown And dreams about the moon. What can I dream of, mother, With the moon and the sun away? Of a rose unborn, of an untried thorn, And a lily that lives a day! Edith Nesbit Edith Nesbit's other poems: Poems of the other poets with the same name: 1262 Views |
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