I just got the greatest chuckle out of this quote. "I don't think there is much fear of your dying of grief as long as you can talk, Anne," said Marilla unsympathetically."
What a sweet little poem.
To Anne
When twilight drops her curtain down
And pins it with a star
Remember that you have a friend
Though she may wander far
trice - a very short time (well, duh!)
muse - to think or meditate in silence
effusion - pouring forth (mmmmmm)
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