 | ["Some souls are vernal - thine is young to-day", in] Henry W. Longfellow : Biography, Anecdote, Letters, Criticism |  |
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[Some souls are vernal—thine is young to-day]
Some souls are vernal—thine is young to-day,
As sun-dawn melting in the eyes of May;
Age a mist-woven, futile mask wherethrough
Shines thy brave Life, still touched by morning dew!
As sun-dawn melting in the eyes of May;
Age a mist-woven, futile mask wherethrough
Shines thy brave Life, still touched by morning dew!
No sin-begotten wrinkles mar the grace,
The fair, frank lustre of thy spirit's face:
Time's snows on thee have brought no saddening blight,
But crowned thy heart as head with radiant white!
The fair, frank lustre of thy spirit's face:
Time's snows on thee have brought no saddening blight,
But crowned thy heart as head with radiant white!
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