Alice Duer Miller

(28 July 1874 - 22 August 1942 / New York City, New York)

From The German - Poem by Alice Duer Miller

ONCE for thy brow a wreath I wished to wind,
And, seeking long, I could no flowers find.
Now golden flowers are blooming far and near,
But, ah! dear love, thou art no longer here.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2012



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