I wonder

where’s it been? I wonder still.

and where’d she place it for safe-keeping?

the courage and the pride of her;

the gingham-skirt decider.

will she hold her tattered parasol

above another’s weary crown?

or let doves fly and open eyes

to all winter may provide her.

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