Song Of The Queer Green Frog

    "No, no, come and fly
    Through the sunny sky,
    Or honey sip
    From the rose's lip,
    Or dance in the air,
    Like spirits fair.
    Come away, come away;
    'Tis our holiday."

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel 'Little Women' and its sequels 'Little Men' and 'Jo's Boys.' Born in Germantown, Pennsylvania, she grew up in Massachusetts. She was an abolitionist and a feminist and was active in both the Transcendentalist and suffragist movements. Alcott began writing to support her family and went on to publish numerous works that have had a lasting impact on American literature.

Louisa May Alcott

Clover-Blossom.

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

When It Comes Night

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

Beds To The Front Of Them

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

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Clover-Blossom.

In a quiet, pleasant meadow,
Beneath a summer sky,
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And winds went singing by;
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On the waving grass below;
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On all most fresh and fair;--
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Of happy little flowers,
Together in this pleasant home,
Through quiet summer hours.
No rude hand came to gather them,
No chilling winds to blight;
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    "Splash, dash!
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    Up in our ancient thorn,
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