The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . CCXI. Loves House J OH, in Loves emerald houseOf emerald chestnut boughs,The brown wife broods upon blue eggs and dear,.Nor finds the gold days long,Hearing her true Loves songOf love and wedding in the sweet o the year. And in Loves golden houseOf golden chestnut boughs, The brown bird to his sweet sings wild and clear ;Though little ones are true Love lingers on, For two old lovers in the fall o the year. KatJiarinc Tynan. CCXI I. Wrinkles J> J J J ^ WHEN Helen first saw iwrinkles in her face(Twas when some fifty long had sett
The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . CCXI. Loves House J OH, in Loves emerald houseOf emerald chestnut boughs,The brown wife broods upon blue eggs and dear,.Nor finds the gold days long,Hearing her true Loves songOf love and wedding in the sweet o the year. And in Loves golden houseOf golden chestnut boughs, The brown bird to his sweet sings wild and clear ;Though little ones are true Love lingers on, For two old lovers in the fall o the year. KatJiarinc Tynan. CCXI I. Wrinkles J> J J J ^ WHEN Helen first saw iwrinkles in her face(Twas when some fifty long had settledthereAnd intermarried and brancht off aside),She threw herself upon her couch, and wept;303 On this side hung her head, and over thatListlessly she let fall the faithless brassThat made the men as faithless. But when youFound them, or fancied them, and would not hearThat they were only vestiges of the impression of some amorous hairAstray from cloistered curls and roseate band,Which had been lying there all night perhapsUpon a skin so s
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