Love
Come Buy!
From The Singing Leaves (1903)
Love
The flowers knew her through the frost,
Their own true-lover.
Rose crowding rose, the color crossed;
The silver breath could hover
Near and far, poor lover!
They wondered at her through the pane,
And through December.
And then she went her way again,
—Eyes trying to remember.
Have your day, December!
Cite this poem
MLA
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Come Buy!” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/71/.
Chicago
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Come Buy!” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/71/.
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