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 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
A REFRAIN
High in a tower she sings,
I, passing by beneath,
Pause and listen, and catch
These words of passionate breath—
“Asphodel, flower of Life; amaranth, flower of Death!”
I, passing by beneath,
Pause and listen, and catch
These words of passionate breath—
“Asphodel, flower of Life; amaranth, flower of Death!”
Sweet voice, sweet unto tears!
What is this that she saith?
Poignant, mystical—hark!
Again with passionate breath—
“Asphodel, flower of Life; amaranth, flower of Death!”
What is this that she saith?
Poignant, mystical—hark!
Again with passionate breath—
“Asphodel, flower of Life; amaranth, flower of Death!”
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |