 | Poems (1867) |  |
These are the many-coloured beads of life;
Blame me not, gentle reader, if their hues
Should please thee little, for I did but choose
And thread them where I found them, by the strife
Of Time's great ocean cast upon the shore—
Stay thou with me awhile, and tell them o'er.
Blame me not, gentle reader, if their hues
Should please thee little, for I did but choose
And thread them where I found them, by the strife
Of Time's great ocean cast upon the shore—
Stay thou with me awhile, and tell them o'er.
| Poems (1867) | |