Nature
VII
From Legends and Lyrics. Part 2
Nature
Her home--each flower that breathed there,
The wind's sigh, soft and low,
Each trembling spray of ivy,
The river's murmuring flow,
The shadow of the forest,
Sunset, or twilight dim--
Dear as they were, were dearer
By leaving them for him.
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MLA
Procter, Adelaide Anne. “VII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/procter/68/.
Chicago
Procter, Adelaide Anne. “VII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/procter/68/.
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