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Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
Joy
Hope
Freighted
Scatter
Leaves
Opening
Rose

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