Good Novel
By Madison Julius Cawein
Part IV
Late Autumn
They who die young are blest. -
Should we not envy such?
They are Earth's happiest,
God-loved and favored much! -
They who die young are blest.
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Sick and sad, propped among pillows, she sits at her window.
'Though the dog-tooth violet come
With April showers,
And the wild-bees' music hum
About the flowers,
We shall never wend as when
Love laughed leading us from men