Where Jillian Found Whitman
The poem in its entirety Come up from the fields, father, here’s a letter from our Pete, And come to the front door, mother, here’s a letter from thy dear son. Lo, ’tis autumn, Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder, Cool and sweeten Ohio’s villages with leaves fluttering in the moderate wind, […]
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