William Dean Howells (The Dean of American Letters) Quotes

Out of the fragrant heart of bloom, The bobolinks are singing; Out of the fragrant heart of bloom The apple-tree whispers to the room, "Why art thou but a nest of gloom While the bobolinks are singing?
William Dean Howells
William Dean Howells

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