Poem Hunter
(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)


Poem By Lizette Woodworth Reese

Oh, the littles that remain!
Scent of mint out in the lane;
Flare of window; sound of bees; —
These, but these.

Three times sitting down to bread;
One time climbing up to bed;
Table-setting o’er and o’er;
Drying herbs for winter’s store;
This thing; that thing;—nothing more.

But just now out in the lane,
Oh, the scent of mint was plain!

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Feel myself sitting in a country Homs kitchen with the windows open! Nice picture this short piece invokes!
Nothing compares to the scent of mint