They Saw Again The Crocus Bloom

They saw again the crocus bloom,
And, leaning from that lofty room,
Sir Launcelot with face of gloom
Look down to Camelot.
Up flew their veils and floated wide,
But Livy pinned them to her side,
'The curse has come upon us!' cried
The ladies of Shalott.

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

Splash, Dash!

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

I Write About The Butterfly

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

To J.M.B.

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!

Louisa May Alcott, Simple Poetry

English

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Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
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Long fields of barley and of rye,
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Gazing where the lilies blow
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Ye love to cause, my little girls! thought I,
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