 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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LOVE PLUMES HIS WINGS.
Love plumes his wings to fly away,And laughs to scorn our idle pain:
Ah, vain it is to laugh and pray!
Love plumes his wings to fly away:
What prayer of ours his flight can stay
When, mocking us with high disdain,
Love plumes his wings to fly away,
And laughs to scorn our idle pain?
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |