Beneath the gold acacia buds My gentle Nora sits and broods, Far, far away in Boston woods My gentle Nora! ... Read full text
She paused amidst her converse glad; The lady saw that I was sad, She pitied the poor lonely lad, — Dost love her, Nora? It is a very good poem
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She paused amidst her converse glad; The lady saw that I was sad, She pitied the poor lonely lad, — Dost love her, Nora? It is a very good poem