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Winifred Welles Poems
Men know that the birch-tree always Will grow where they cut down the pine — This is the way of the forest, And the same way shall be mine.
I have made grief a gorgeous, queenly thing, And worn my melancholy with an air. My tears were big as stars to deck my hair
My arms were always quiet, Close and never freed, I was furled like a banner,
Comments about Winifred Welles
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Men know that the birch-tree always
Will grow where they cut down the pine —
This is the way of the forest,
And the same way shall be mine.
For now that my sorrow lies stricken,
And shadow in me is done,
I, too, shall have years of laughter,
And of dancing in the sun.