AMONG THE HOLLYHOCKS.
By CLARA THWAITES.
Sing among the hollyhocks,
,,,,,, "Summer, fare thee well!"
Ring the drooping blossoms
........For a passing bell.
Droop the sunflowers, heavy discs
....... Totter to their fall.
Up the valley creep the mists
...... For a funeral pall.
Lingering roses woefully
....... In the cold expire.
Heap the dead and dying
...... For a funeral pyre.
While the gale is sighing,
...... While the wind makes moan,
Sigh among the hollyhocks
...... Of the summer flown.
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From The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 355, October 16, 1886
