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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
“SO FIERCE THE BUFFETS”
So fierce the buffets of untimely fateHe bowed his youthful head in mortal pain,
And cried: “Alas, my happy life is slain!”
Then came true sorrow, and he knew, too late,
His early woe was but a feather's weight.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||