Death of the Beautiful (Edwin Evans Ewing Poems)
I saw thy form in youthful prime,Nor thought that pale DecayWould steal before the steps of Time,And waste its bloom ...
I saw thy form in youthful prime,Nor thought that pale DecayWould steal before the steps of Time,And waste its bloom ...
On a lone sequestered mead,Where silver-streamlets flow,I saw a rose and lily twine,And in love and beauty grow;Again to that ...
Take the harp, nor longer leave itSighing on the willow tree;Pass thy gentle fingers o'er it,And awake its melody;The streams ...
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