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Category: Poems on Death and Heaven
Marguerite Lightly the shadows
Play through the trees,
Green are the meadows,
Soft is the breeze,--
June's early roses,
Pensive and sweet,
Droop where reposes
Lost Marguerite!
Meeting thee never
In the green bowers,--
Missing thee ever
'Mid the fresh flowers,--
Till the long hours die--
Hours once so fleet--
Hopelessly wait I,
Lost Marguerite!
Day has grown weary
In the blue sky,
Summer is dreary,
Melodies die;
Lowly the willow
Droopeth to meet
And kiss thy pillow,
Lost Marguerite!
Flower the fairest
Of sweet summer time,
Rosebud the rarest
Plucked ere its prime,
Mine to weep ever
Where the wares beat,
Meeting thee never,
Lost Marguerite! - Mrs. J. C. Yule |
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