 | Songs and poems (1909) |  |
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BLOSSOM OF SNOW
“Sing a song of blossom,”
Said little Marjory Brown:
“Why won't it come down,
Here in the town,
Please?”
Said little Marjory Brown.
Said little Marjory Brown:
“Why won't it come down,
Here in the town,
Please?”
Said little Marjory Brown.
“Please,
Wind, blow just a breath, for me
To see
The great white apple-blossoms blow
Just like snow—
Just like snow in our garden before we
Came back to town,”
Said little Marjory Brown.
Wind, blow just a breath, for me
To see
The great white apple-blossoms blow
Just like snow—
Just like snow in our garden before we
Came back to town,”
Said little Marjory Brown.
All day and all night
A wind did blow,
Marjory laughed at the flying snow
And its whirling riot:
But at dawn she grew wan and white,
And was quiet.
And the doctor said,
With his hand on a bowed sobbing head,
“Too late you came up to town
With little Marjory Brown.”
A wind did blow,
Marjory laughed at the flying snow
And its whirling riot:
But at dawn she grew wan and white,
And was quiet.
And the doctor said,
With his hand on a bowed sobbing head,
“Too late you came up to town
With little Marjory Brown.”
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