Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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AN ANNIVERSARY.
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AN ANNIVERSARY.
Madonna! all the year's sweet flowers are dead;
Christmas is come, and now thou art mine own.
When first I saw thee in thy girlhood's gown,
Within the myrtle hedge of maidenhood,
Waiting, your frank brow with its auburn snood,
Like an enchanted tower girt round with fire,
I thought, ah me! how can I so aspire;—
And now for years our lives as one have sped.
Christmas is come, and now thou art mine own.
When first I saw thee in thy girlhood's gown,
Within the myrtle hedge of maidenhood,
Waiting, your frank brow with its auburn snood,
Like an enchanted tower girt round with fire,
I thought, ah me! how can I so aspire;—
And now for years our lives as one have sped.
Since then what wild adventures we've essayed;
What jesting comedies our fates have played!
'Tis now long since I ceased to look on thee
With wonder: that head lies by mine all night;
Thou art a book read three times o'er to me,
And yet thy last words are quite infinite.
What jesting comedies our fates have played!
'Tis now long since I ceased to look on thee
With wonder: that head lies by mine all night;
Thou art a book read three times o'er to me,
And yet thy last words are quite infinite.
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