Lord Rameses of Egypt sighed
Because a summer evening passed;
And little Ariadne cried
That summer fancy fell at last
To dust; and young Verona died
When beauty's hour was overcast.
Theirs was the bitterness we know
Because the clouds of hawthorn keep
So short a state, and kisses go
To tombs unfathomably deep,
While Rameses and Romeo
And little Ariadne sleep.
Birthright
John Drinkwater
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Poem topics: beauty, sleep, evening, deep, young, romeo, dust, short, summer, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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