Harriet Monroe: New-Born
New-Born
She is so wee,
So wise and dear
Her eyes can see,
Her ears can hear,
The flowers that grow
Below the snow,
The birds that peep
In their eggs asleep,
The songs we sing her
No other has heard,
The love we bring her
With never a word.
Harriet Monroe
(1860 – 1936)
New-Born
fleursdumal.nl magazine
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