The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | ||
A LAMENT.
In the twilight, silent smiledAll alone the daisy's eyelid,
Fringed with pink-tipped petals piled.
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In its place a gout of gore.
Break of day was break of heart,
Since, dear maiden, dead thou art.
The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | ||