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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

Upon a Winter Morning

By Maybury Fleming (b. 1853)

WHEN hoary frost doth shroud the grass,

And bare death sitteth in the trees,

And life is come to sorry pass,

And morning lacketh drowsy bees—

Then think I of my lady’s mouth,

And of the violets in her eyes;

So, roses warm the wintry drouth,

And death, by thinking of her, dies.