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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
A GIRL'S SONG.
Unkind was he, the first who sang
The spring-time shamed, the flower's decay!
What woman yet without a pang
Could hear of Beauty's fleeting May?
O Beauty! with me bide, and I
A maid will live, a maid will die.
The spring-time shamed, the flower's decay!
What woman yet without a pang
Could hear of Beauty's fleeting May?
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A maid will live, a maid will die.
Could I be always fair as now,
And hear, as now, the Poets sing
‘The long-lashed eyes, the lustrous brow,
The hand well worthy kiss and ring,’
Then, then some casual grace were all
That e'er from me on man should fall!
And hear, as now, the Poets sing
‘The long-lashed eyes, the lustrous brow,
The hand well worthy kiss and ring,’
Then, then some casual grace were all
That e'er from me on man should fall!
I sailed last night on Ina's stream:
Warm 'mid the wave my fingers lay;
The cold-lipped Naiad in my dream
Kissed them, and sighed, and slipped away—
Ah me! down life's descending tide
Best things, they say, the swiftliest glide.
Warm 'mid the wave my fingers lay;
The cold-lipped Naiad in my dream
Kissed them, and sighed, and slipped away—
Ah me! down life's descending tide
Best things, they say, the swiftliest glide.
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |