More quotes by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
The Autumn seems to cry for thee,
Best lover of the Autumn-days!
Cousin Helen's Visit (1935)
The tasks are done and the tears are shed.
Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing that night has shed.
Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain,
And the wide world is knit with ties
Of common brotherhood in pain.
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
She stood amid the morning dew,
And sang her earliest measure sweet,
Sang as the lark sings,speeding fair,
to touch and taste the purer air
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