Eileen of four,
Eileen of smiles;
Eileen of five,
Eileen of tears;
Eileen of ten, of fifteen years,
Eileen of youth
And woman's wiles;
Eileen of twenty,
In love's land,
Eileen all tender
In her bliss,
Untouched by sorrow's treacherous kiss,
And the sly weapon in life's hand, -
Eileen aroused to share all fate,
Eileen a wife,
Pale, beautiful,
Eileen most grave
And dutiful,
Mourning her dreams in queenly state.
Eileen! Eileen!....
The Clock's Song
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
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Poem topics: beautiful, fate, kiss, life, sorrow, wife, woman, tender, share, grave, youth, weapon, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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