Her ******* arose and fell with mine
Dare the foolish lip divine?
Too rapt by Time's celestial wicks,
Spend the days along the homesick.
Young flowers with their own lesson given,
The world's day and love are riven.
Without the beam, from our dreaming,
Bright as the need of a star.
Rich in the red, unto the dew,
Too fair, so shy, too new!
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
Her ******* arose and fell with mine
Dare the foolish lip divine?
Too rapt by Time's celestial wicks,
Spend the days along the homesick.
Young flowers with their own lesson given,
The world's day and love are riven.
Without the beam, from our dreaming,
Bright as the need of a star.
Rich in the red, unto the dew,
Too fair, so shy, too new!
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