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“And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush.”

Quote by Clinton Scollard

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Clinton Scollard

Clinton Scollard was an American poet born on September 18, 1860, and died in 1932. His poetry is known for its profound emotion and unique style, which had a significant impact on the development of American poetry. more

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