 | The Germ, Issue #2: Thoughts Toward Nature in Poetry, Literature, and Art |  |
Song.
OH ! roses for the flush of youth,
And laurel for the perfect prime ;
But pluck an ivy-branch for me,
Grown old before my time.
And laurel for the perfect prime ;
But pluck an ivy-branch for me,
Grown old before my time.
Oh ! violets for the grave of youth,
And bay for those dead in their prime ;
Give me the withered leaves I chose
Before in the olden time.
And bay for those dead in their prime ;
Give me the withered leaves I chose
Before in the olden time.
| The Germ, Issue #2: Thoughts Toward Nature in Poetry, Literature, and Art | |