'The Frost-King' Song 1 Poem by Louisa May Alcott

'The Frost-King' Song 1

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We are sending you, dear flowers
Forth alone to die,
Where your gentle sisters may not weep
O'er the cold graves where you lie;
But you go to bring them fadeless life
In the bright homes where they dwell,
And you softly smile that't is so,
As we sadly sing farewell.
O plead with gentle words for us,
And whisper tenderly
Of generous love to that cold heart,
And it will answer ye;
And though you fade in a dreary home,
Yet loving hearts will tell
Of the joy and peace that you have given:
Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emily Oldham 27 September 2008

Oh, so beautiful!

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Louisa May Alcott

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