"O! vanished loveliness of flowers and faces,
Treasure of hair, and great immortal eyes,
Are there for these no safe and secret places?
And is it true that beauty never dies?"
Richard Le Gallienne.
Treasure of hair, and great immortal eyes,
Are there for these no safe and secret places?
And is it true that beauty never dies?"
Richard Le Gallienne.
The Spring is here, but she is gone from me.
How shall I bear the bitter banishment?
I miss her eyes . . . her golden hair . . . I see
No beauty in the day, since her soul went
Alone into the strange dim lands of death. . . .
How shall I bear the bitter banishment?
I miss her eyes . . . her golden hair . . . I see
No beauty in the day, since her soul went
Alone into the strange dim lands of death. . . .
Flowers with uplifted laughing faces stand
In silent scentful clusters, birds are heard
Trilling among the leaves. . . . I lift my hand
And press it to my forehead . . . not a word
Escapes my lips . . . I struggle with my breath,
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In silent scentful clusters, birds are heard
Trilling among the leaves. . . . I lift my hand
And press it to my forehead . . . not a word
Escapes my lips . . . I struggle with my breath,
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