Posts Tagged ‘Constance Fenimore Woolson’

by Constance Fenimore Woolson In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining through the woods These February days; Forth go all hearts, all hands, from out the town, To bring her gayly in, This wild, sweet Princess of far Florida – The Yellow Jessamine. As featured onThe…