Dora Sigerson Shorter,
Out with the World
(1893)
“ From tangled boughs that young buds share With last year's leaves, a startled hare A moment peeps and then away; I have no laughter for his play, For all the sunny sky is gray. The weariest I am to-day In all the weary world. ”
Dora Sigerson Shorter,
Out with the World
(1907)
“ For all the sunny sky is grey. The weariest I am to-day In all the weary world Perchance to-morrow's hidden store May bring my heart's content once more, The sweet young spring comes very fair With summer's breath and golden air ”
