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THE BRASS DOOR-KNOCKER
Found Eros lingering in the quiet street,
Till unseen fingers touched the oblong brass,
Playing the measure of a merry song.
Let not wiseacres scold! All love must pass.
Let Youth enjoy—the roses last not long.
The old door-knocker taps to every mood
Till . . . two brass handles lift a chest of wood!
Till unseen fingers touched the oblong brass,
Playing the measure of a merry song.
Let not wiseacres scold! All love must pass.
Let Youth enjoy—the roses last not long.
The old door-knocker taps to every mood
Till . . . two brass handles lift a chest of wood!
