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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Sarah Morgan BryanPiatt

676 An Irish Wild-Flower

SHE felt, I think, but as a wild-flower can,

Through her bright fluttering rags, the dark, the cold.

Some farthest star, remembering what man

Forgets, had warmed her little head with gold.

Above her, hollow-eyed, long blind to tears,

Leaf-cloaked, a skeleton of stone arose.…

O castle-shadow of a thousand years,

Where you have fallen—is this the thing that grows?