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Maurice Thompson (1844 – 1901)

American novelist.
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Maurice Thompson
Bubble, bubble, flows the stream
Like an old tune through a dream.
Thompson quotes
She throws a kiss, and bids me run
In whispers sweet as roses’ breath;
I know I can not win the race,
And at the end, I know, is death.
When Spring is old, and dewy winds
Blow from the south, with odors sweet,
I see my love, in shadowy groves,
Speed down dark aisles on shining feet.

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