“Song Day, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing, Fragrance, from the lilies straying, Zephyr, with my ringlets playing, Ye… — Susan L. Rattiner Death Copy Share Image
“I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits; A Poets pen all scorn I should… — Susan L. Rattiner Copy Share Image
