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Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels out into the sunlight.

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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
Embrace
Infantry
Wall
Guarded
Stand
Sunlight
Company
Soldiers
Within
Wheels
Like
Soldier
Red
Arrayed
Gay
Tulips

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