I dread them too, those light loves and desires That lie in the dim shadow of the years; I fain would cheat myself of all my fears And, as a child watching warm winter fires, Dream not of yesterday's black embers, nor To-morrow's ashes that may strew the floor.
"A Woman's Love Letters"
Sophie M. Almon-Hensley
In looking for violets it is not unusual to hear a rustling of the dead leaves that still strew the ground, and to see the pointed tail of a snake being dragged after him under cover.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies
And as if I were not suffering enough, there come your letters and strew salt on my wounds.
"Stories and Pictures"
Isaac Loeb Peretz