 | Poems by Three Friends |  |
We twine in this poetic wreath,
The purple blossoms of the heath,
And many a lovelier wilding flower
That bloomed in Spring's too fleeting hour,
With some whose deeper, richer, dye,
Was nursed by Summer's natal sky.
Alike to live their little day,
Charm a few eyes—then fade away.
The purple blossoms of the heath,
And many a lovelier wilding flower
That bloomed in Spring's too fleeting hour,
With some whose deeper, richer, dye,
Was nursed by Summer's natal sky.
Alike to live their little day,
Charm a few eyes—then fade away.
| Poems by Three Friends | |