Neæra crowns me with a purple wreath
That she with her own dainty hands did twine;
Gold-hearted blossoms and blue buds in sheath,
Mingled with veined green leaves of the wild vine.
Then, bending down her bright head, ah, too nigh!
She asks me for a song: the daylight dies:
The song is still unwritten: still I lie
Watching the purple twilight of her eyes.
I am her laureate; therefore heart of grace
I take to kiss her. Where was song like this?
Love is best sung of in a loveless place,
For who would care to sing where he might kiss?
Neæra's Wreath
Victor James Daley
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Poem topics: green, heart, head, wild, blue, place, bright, gold, kiss, love, purple, I love you, song, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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