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Wreathe no more lilies in my hair,For I am dying, Sister sweet:Or, if you will for the last time Indeed, why make me fair Once for my winding-sheet.Pluck no more roses for my breast,For I like them fade in my…
“It is enough, enough,” one said,At play among the flowers:“I spy a rose upon the thorn,A rainbow in the showers;I hear a merry chime of bellsRing out the passing hours.”—Soft springs the fountainFrom the daisied ground:Softly falling on the mossWithout…
You tell me that the world is fair, in spiteOf the old Fall ; and that I should not turnSo to the grave, and let my spirit yearnAfter the quiet of the long last night.Have I then shut mine eyes…
It is not for her even browAnd shining yellow hair,But it is for her tender eyesI think my love so fair:Her tell-tale eyes that smile and weepAs frankly as they wake and sleep. It is not for her rounded cheekI…
She was as sweet as violets in the Spring,As fair as any rose in Summertime : But frail are roses in their prime And violets in their blossoming. Even so was she : And now she lies, The earth upon…
Annie is fairer than her kithAnd kinder than her kin:Her eyes are like the open heavenHoly and pure from sin:Her heart is like an ordered houseGood fairies harbour in:Oh happy he who wins the loveThat I can never win! Her…
We buried her among the flowersAt falling of the leaf,And choked back all our tears ; her joyCould never be our grief. She lies among the living flowersAnd grass, the only thingThat perishes;—or is it thatOur Autumn was her Spring?…
SHE was whiter than the ermineThat half shadowed neck and hand,And her tresses were more goldenThan their golden band ;Snowy ostrich plumes she wore;Yet I almost loved her moreIn the simple time before. Then she plucked the stately liliesKnowing not…
The Child said : ” Pretty bird, Come back and play with me.”The Bird said : ” It is in vain, For I am free.I am free, I will not stay,But will fly far away,In the woods to sing and…
Her heart that loved me once is rottennessNow and corruption ; and her life is deadThat was to have been one with mine, she said.The earth must lie with such a cruel stressOn eyes whereon the white lids used to…