Saturday, October 6, 2012

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In the dead calm of night, when the stars are all shining,
The deep, silent shadows lie cold o'er my head,
And the wind, like a sad spirit, round the house pining,
Calls up from their quiet the tones of the dead.
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Rose Terry Cooke
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Rose Terry Cooke

Rose Terry Cooke

West Hartford, Connecticut
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