The Lovers’ Last Meeting (Mattie Griffith Browne Poems)
IT was a calm, still, Sabbath eve--no breezeWent o'er the sleeping flowers, no murmured sound,From Nature's harp of many voices, ...
IT was a calm, still, Sabbath eve--no breezeWent o'er the sleeping flowers, no murmured sound,From Nature's harp of many voices, ...
Dost thou hear the tom-toms throbbing,Like a lonely lover sobbingFor the beauty that is robbing him of all his life's ...
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