Lucy White Jennison
Poems (3)
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A Dream of Death
I died; they wrapped me in a shroud, / With hollow mourning, far too loud, … -
Bondage
“and this is freedom!” cried the serf; “At last / I tread free soil, the free air blows on me;” … -
The Burden of Love
I bear an unseen burden constantly; / Waking or sleeping I can never thrust …