Category: Poetry
_My love is beautiful and sweet; she is like a pale pink rose full of the glory of dew and sun. Sharon’s garden knows not a bloom so fair as she. Persia holds not a fragrance so heavenly in its perfumed bowers. Oh, my wondrous love, pour thy scented charm into the chalice of m...
_My love is beautiful and sweet; she is like a pale pink rose full of the glory of dew and sun. Sharon’s garden knows not a bloom so fair as she. Persia holds not a fragrance so...
2. Part 2Firefly! wait, but a moment, in your flight; Stay, gleaming thing, and tell me of that night, When you were taken by a fairy hand, And cast into the grate to light the brand, In...
3. Part 3She cometh like the sweet reprieving morn, Clad in her flowing robes of golden light; God’s angel of the day to clear the sight Of him condemned long years, and left forlorn, De...