[Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry | ||
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SADNESS.
DEAD LEAVES.
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Within our lattice low;
Our vase is crowned with autumn-leaves,
Through which the sun doth glow,
Lighting up each transparent, gorgeous shade—
Green, crimson, purple, gold—all blending in one braid.
[Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry | ||