The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | ||
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WHERE THE NIGHT'S PALE ROSES BLOW.
Ah, the place is wild and sweetWhere my darling went:—
If I chase her flying feet
When the day is spent,
Shall I find her, as I go
Where the Night's pale roses blow?
The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | ||