Augusta Davies Webster

Augusta Davies Webster

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

In After Years

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VE is dying
Why then, let it die
Trample it down, that it die more fast
What is a rose that has lost its bloom
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Dearest this one day we own

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ST, this one day we own,    Stolen from the crowd and press,    Let it be sweet silence's
We two, heart in heart, alone;
Any speech were less
We are weary, even thus,    Talk might turn to discontent    Else be practised merriment:
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Young Laughters and My Music!

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Young laughters, and my music
Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill because the spring is here And spring means trilling on a blossomy bough; 'Tis the spring joy that has no why or how,
But sees ...
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Deserted

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No, mother,
I am not sad: Why think me sad
I was always still, You remember, even when my heart was most glad And you used to let me dream at my will; And now I like better to watch the sea And the calm sad sky than to laugh with the res...
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Once

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I
ET a lily long ago;    I watched it whiten in the sun;    I loved it well,
I had but one
Then summer-time was done,
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Seeds with wings between earth and sky

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Seeds with wings, between earth and
Fluttering, flying;    Seeds of a lily with blood-red core    Breathing of myrrh and of giroflore:
Where winds drop them there must they lie,
Living or dying
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Safe

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Wild wintry wind, storm through the night, Dash the black clouds against the sky,
Hiss through the billows seething white, Fling the rock-surf in spray on high
Hurl the high seas on harbour bars, Madden them with thy havoc-shriek Against...
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