Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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ON A FLOWERWORRED STONETABLE.
Ye Flowers, your Stonehues still delight the Eye;Your Marbleblooms have known no sere Decay
Of Elements; rude Autumn cannot lay
Your brightness in the dust or bid ye die!
Yet has the Heart with ye small sympathy,
Ye artmade things: e'en Fancy will not play
'Mid your unwindstirred clusters, which no ray
Of sunshine ever warmed; we pass ye by
With a Chanceglance, and dream of ye no more;
For we can pluck ye not to deck the Brow
Of those we love; ye give us back no store
Of early thoughts; and tho' the flowers that grow
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'Tis like ourselves, with hopes ye never know!
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