Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.
Sarah Chauncey WoolseySlow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
Sarah Chauncey WoolseyAh, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey