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nature poem

as evening falls
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
the meadow was creeping
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
doubtless i remember still
this is the song of youth
often i think of the beautiful town
my true love from her pillow rose
roses and gold

 



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