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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
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THE DAIRYMAN'S CHILD
Soft as the morningWhen South winds blow,
Sweet as peach-orchards
When blossoms are seen,
Pure as a fresco
Of roses and snow,
Or an opal serene.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |
When South winds blow,
Sweet as peach-orchards
When blossoms are seen,
Pure as a fresco
Of roses and snow,
Or an opal serene.