The Photograph
O Beauty, what is this?
A shadow of your face . . .
Where is the wild flower grace
That Love is wont to kiss?
A shadow of your face . . .
Where is the wild flower grace
That Love is wont to kiss?
Where is the bird that brings
Το your untroubled eyes
The blue of fairy skies,
The flash of fairy wings? . . .
Το your untroubled eyes
The blue of fairy skies,
The flash of fairy wings? . . .
O wild bird of delight,
That no white hand may hold,
Or fairest cage of gold . . .
For who would stay its flight?
That no white hand may hold,
Or fairest cage of gold . . .
For who would stay its flight?
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