And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- The Death of the Flowers
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
-- The Death of the Flowers
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-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
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