 | Love-Lore (1895) |  |
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EPICUREAN
In Childhood's unsuspicious hours
The fairies crown'd my head with flowers.
The fairies crown'd my head with flowers.
Youth came: I lay at Beauty's feet;
She smiled and said my song was sweet.
She smiled and said my song was sweet.
Then Age and, Love no longer mine,
My brows I shaded with the Vine.
My brows I shaded with the Vine.
With flowers and love and wine and song;
O Death! life hath not been too long.
O Death! life hath not been too long.
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