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What do the roses do, mother,
Now that the summer's done?
They lie in the bed that is hung with
And dream about the sun.
What do the lilies do, mother,
Now that there's no more June?
Each one lies down in her white
And dreams about the moon.
What can I dream of, mother,
With the moon and the sun away?
Of a rose unborn, of an untried thorn,
And a lily that lives a day!
Edith Nesbit
Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland; 15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924) was an English author and poet; she published her books for children under
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