PoemFor of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!"John Greenleaf WhittierMaud Muller · 1856★ 5.2
PoemThe Night is mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling.John Greenleaf WhittierA Dream of Summer · 1847★ 3.5
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