Lyrics of life and love / by William Stanley Braithwaite [electronic text]

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Lyrics of life and love / by William Stanley Braithwaite [electronic text]
Author
Braithwaite, William Stanley, 1878-1962.
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Boston: Herbert B. Turner & Co.
1904
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ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY COPY OF KEATS

AS Keats' old honeyed volume of romance I oped to-day to drink its Latmos air, I found all pressed a white flower lying where The shepherd lad watched Pan's herd slow advance. Ah, then what tender memories did chance To bring again the day, when from your hair, This frail carnation, delicate and fair, You gave me, that I now might taste its trance. And so to-day it brings a mellow dream Of that sweet time when but to hear you speak Filled all my soul. What waves of passion seem About this flower to linger and to break, Lit by the glamor of the moon's pale beam The while my heart weeps for this dear flower's sake.
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