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Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Rhodora:

The Rhodora:On Being Asked, Whence Is the Flower?In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please…

Amy Lowell: I

IHow the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How quietly the Seine runs in loops and windings, over there, over there, sliding through the…

Sara Teasedale: Spring in War Time

Spring in War TimeI feel the Spring far off, far off, The faint far scent of bud and leaf— Oh how can Spring take heart to come To a world in grief, Deep grief?The sun turns north…