Arrows Quote by Richard Henry Stoddard

“Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.”

Richard Henry Stoddard

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Arrows Bowers Summer Children Children Lost Fading Fading Bowers Flower Frost Hands Lost Pale Pale Fading Silent Silent Flowers Summer

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