Frost

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Title:     Frost
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

The flowers in the garden
Are very cold at night;
When I look out of window
Their beds are hard and white.

The primrose and the scilla,
The merry crocus too--
O Jane! if we were flowers,
What should we children do?

We'd have to sleep all naked
Beneath the windy trees;
Yet we should die, I know it,
With even a chemise....

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Frost

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