Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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676. An Irish Wild-Flower |
| (A Barefoot Child by Castle) |
| By Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt |
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SHE felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can, | |
Through her bright fluttering rags, the dark, the cold. | |
Some farthest star, remembering what man | |
Forgets, had warmed her little head with gold. | |
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Above her, hollow-eyed, long blind to tears, | 5 |
Leaf-cloaked, a skeleton of stone arose
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O castle-shadow of a thousand years, | |
Where you have fallenis this the thing that grows? | |
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