Love
Holiday
From The Singing Leaves (1903)
Love
When I am far from joy of this,
In yon thick world of men,
O, save me—save me, world of blue!—
That I shall thirst for then.
And when the little strength is spent
And little hope burns low,
Blow softly on that tortured flame,
—Fresh air from long ago!
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MLA
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Holiday.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/67/.
Chicago
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Holiday.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/67/.
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