A Modern Goddess
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With blossoms, gay tulips and daffies
in hands
What cares she that Time hurries
on with his sickle?
In sweet indecision she daintily stands -
Spring - with her flowers and nature
so fickle.
Alas! and Ah, me! still cold winter
holds sway!
This is not the goddess of rondel
or sonnet,
But Maude - who tramps over the town
day by day-
Hunting false flowers for her early
Spring bonnet.