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Beneath my window, roses red and white Nod like a host of flitting butterflies; But, faded by the day, one ev’ry night Shakes its soft petals to the ground, and dies. And that is why I see, when night doth pass, Tears in her sisters’ eyes, and on the grass.
Beneath my window, roses red and white Nod like a host of flitting butterflies; But, faded by the day, one ev’ry night Shakes its soft petals to the ground, and dies. And that is why I see, when night doth pass, Tears in her sisters’ eyes, and on the grass.
In print by 1921 AD · modern
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- Betty Bray (identity unresolved)
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- In print by 1921 AD · modern
In print by 1921: recorded in My Commonplace Book (third English edition,1921). Collection publication is an upper bound for this wording, not its earliest origin, composition date or the author's lifetime.
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- My Commonplace Book (third English edition,1921) (1921 AD)
Page 153 · printed citation: Betty Bray, 1920. Aged 13. · compiler notes excluded
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