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Elaine Goodale Eastman

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The starry, fragile windflower,
Poised above in airy grace,
Virgin white, suffused with blushes,
Shyly droops her lovely face.
--
The First Flowers; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 874.

 
Elaine Goodale Eastman

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