Lizette Woodworth Reese (January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)
Oh, the littles that remain!
Scent of mint out in the lane;
Flare of window; sound of bees; —
These, but these.
Three times sitting down to bread;
One time climbing up to bed;
Table-setting o’er and o’er;
Drying herbs for winter’s store;
This thing; that thing;—nothing more.
But just now out in the lane,
Oh, the scent of mint was plain!
Comments about this poem (After by Lizette Woodworth Reese )
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