A blushing wild pink rose,
By tangled woods and ways,
A passing sweet that goes
With summer days.
From rosy dawn till night
Wafted from east to west,
Kissed by the morning light
To evening rest.
Thy odors faint outlive
Alike both joy and pain,
Stealing the sweet they give
To yield again.
Leaving a faint perfume
Thy memory to fulfill,
Forgotten in thy bloom,
Remembered still.
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i love sarah orne jewett she is amasing i bet you did not know that i am related to her. she is my great great aunt. whell bye see ya later ill think about joining.
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shaylah gates
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I love her poetry Wish I'd known about her sooner.
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