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Quotes by Anna Maria Wells
Vittoria Corombona. A Dirge. Each morning, when my waking eyes first see, Through the wreathed lattice, golden day appear, There sits a robin on the old elm-tree, And with such stirring music fills my ear, I might forget that life had pain or fear, And feel again as I was wont to do, When hope was young, and life itself were new.— filed under Birds-Robin