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1866–1918

A MEADOW TRAGEDY

Dora Sigerson Shorter

Here’ s a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high; There’ s a reaper on the roadway, And a lark hangs in the sky.

There’ s a nest of love enclosing Three little beaks that cry; The reapers in the meadow And a lark hangs in the sky.

Here’ s a mead all full of summer, And tragedy goes by With a knife amongst the grasses, And a song up in the sky.

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