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Mrs. Sarah Helen Power Whitman Quotes

A love-tint flushes the wind-flower's cheek, Rich melodies gush from the violet's beak, On the rifts of the rock, the wild columbines grow, Their heavy honey-cups bending low.
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.