NAMELESS PAIN.
IN my nostrils the summer wind Blows the exquisite scent of the rose: O for the golden, golden wind, Breaking the buds as it goes!
Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich / [by Thomas Bailey Aldrich] [electronic text]
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- Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich / [by Thomas Bailey Aldrich] [electronic text]
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- Aldrich, Thomas Bailey, 1836-1907
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- Boston and New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Company
- 1885
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"Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich / [by Thomas Bailey Aldrich] [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAD9188.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 22, 2025.
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Breaking the buds and bending the grass, And spilling the scent of the rose.
O wind of the summer morn,Tearing the petals in twain, Wafting the fragrant soul Of the rose through valley and plain, I would you could tear my heart to-day And scatter its nameless pain!