POEMS
THE HAREBELL.
You give no portent of impermanence
Though before sun goes you are long gone hence,
Your bright, inherited crown
Withered and fallen down,
Though before sun goes you are long gone hence,
Your bright, inherited crown
Withered and fallen down,
It seems that your blue immobility
Has been for ever, and must for ever be.
Man seems the unstable thing,
Fevered and hurrying.
Has been for ever, and must for ever be.
Man seems the unstable thing,
Fevered and hurrying.
So free of joy, so prodigal of tears,
Yet he can hold his fevers seventy years,
Out-wear sun, rain and frost,
By which you are soon lost.
Yet he can hold his fevers seventy years,
Out-wear sun, rain and frost,
By which you are soon lost.
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