ACROSS THE STREET.
WITH lash on cheek, she comes and goes; I watch her when she little knows: I wonder if she dreams of it.
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 May 5, 2024.
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Page 58
Sitting and working at my rhymes,I weave into my verse at times Her sunny hair, or gleams of it.
Upon her window-ledge is set A box of flowering mignonette; Morning and eve she tends to them — The senseless flowers, that do not care About that loosened strand of hair, As prettily she bends to them.
If I could once contrive to get Into that box of mignonette Some morning when she tends to them— She comes! I see the rich blood rise From throat to cheek!—down go the eyes, Demurely, as she bends to them!