From The German Poem by Alice Duer Miller

From The German



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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Alice Duer Miller

Alice Duer Miller

New York City, New York
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