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The Shortest Month
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Adeline Whitney


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Will Winter never be over?
Will the dark days never go?
Must the buttercup and clover
Be always hid under the snow?

Ah, lend me your little ear, love!
Hark! ’tis a beautiful thing;
The weariest month of the year, love,
Is shortest and nearest to spring.


This poem is in the public domain.

 



 

Adeline Dutton Train Whitney (1824-1906) was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. An avid reader during her childhood and adolescent years, she didn't begin writing seriously until she was in her thirties. Poems, stories, and articles for a religious journal were her initial published pieces; Adeline went on to write twenty books, primarily targeted at conservative young women, and became one of the nineteenth century's most popular and successful female writers. She also wrote a cookbook, and continued to publish poetry and magazine articles throughout her life.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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