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Sarah Helen Whitman Quotes

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.

When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.

Sarah Helen Whitman
Summer, Dream, August
Sarah Helen Whitman (1853). “Poems”, p.60

The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.

Sarah Helen Whitman
Home, Wind, Shy

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.

Sarah Helen Whitman
Yellow, Shadow, Slumber
Sarah Helen Whitman (1853). “Poems”, p.61

The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.

Sarah Helen Whitman
Asters
Sarah Helen Whitman (1853). “Hours of Life: And Other Poems”, p.147

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