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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889


By John Albee (1833–1915)

[From Poems. 1888.]

NOW dandelions in the short, new grass,

Through all their rapid stages daily pass;

No bee yet visits them; each has its place,

Still near enough to see the other’s face.

Unkenned the bud, so like the grass and ground

In our old country yards where thickest found;

Some morn it opes a little golden sun,

And sets in its own west when day is done.

In few days more ’tis old and silvery gray,

And though so close to earth it made its stay,

Lo! now it findeth wings and lightly flies,

A spirit form, till on the sight it dies.