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Corona Inutilis

James Lister Cuthbertson

I TWINED a wreath of heather white
To bind my lady-s hair,
And deemed her locks in even light
Would well the burden bear;
But when I saw the tresses brown,
And found the face so fair,
I tore the wreath, and left the crown
Of beauty only there.

(C) James Lister Cuthbertson
04/02/2017


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