What praise can I render
Unto flesh so warm
And hair soft as velvet,
That now lays still'd
In the first winter snow.
What praise can I render
Unto lips flame-trodden
And eyes of em'rald shine,
That now dullily gaze
T'wards Heaven's court.
What praise can I render
Unto soul such as thine;
'Twas a rose most splendid
Sealing the scent o' spring,
'Till the cruel hands of winter
Plucked its petals crimson,
And strown them 'cross the alter
Of snow-devoured world.
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Author:
Joakim Bergen (
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Comments1
Beautiful!
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
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