Excerpt from "Little Rose"
By Blackwood's Mag
From my grandmother's book simply titled, Favorite Poems

She comes with fairy footsteps;
Softly their echoes fall;
And her shadow plays, like summer shade,
Across the garden wall.
The golden light is dancing bright
'Mid the mazes of her hair,
And her fair young locks are waving free
To the wooing of the air.

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