I would unto my fair restore
A simple thing:
The flushing cheek she had before!
Out-velveting
No more, no more,
On our sad shore,
The carmine grape, the moth's auroral wing.
Ah, say how winds in flooding grass
Unmoor the rose;
Or guileful ways the salmon pass
To sea, disclose;
For so, alas,
With Love, alas,
With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.
Of Joan's Youth
Louise Imogen Guiney
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Poem topics: rose, sad, sea, wing, shore, grass, simple, restore, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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