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Poetry

The Rhodora

On Being Asked, Whence is the Flower? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals fallen in the pool, 5 Made the...
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 9