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Emily
She had a garden full of herbs.
And many another pleasant thing.
Like pink round asters in the fall.
Blue flags, white flags a week in spring.
Housewives ran in each hour or so.
For sprigs of thyme, mint, parsley too;
For pans to borrow, or some meal;
She was the kindest thing they knew.
Tall, and half slender, slightly grey.
With gay, thin lips, eyes flower-clear.
She bragged her stock was Puritan;
Her usual mood was Cavalier.
Ample of deed; clipped, warm of speech.
Each day in some large-flowered gown.
She went the rounds to sad, to sick
Saint, humorist to the faded town.