Eleanor Agnes Lee

(1841 - 1873)

Convention - Poem by Eleanor Agnes Lee

The snow is lying very deep.
My house is sheltered from the blast.
I hear each muffled step outside,
I hear each voice go past.

But I'll not venture in the drift
Out of this bright security,
Till enough footsteps come and go
To make a path for me.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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