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The Daguerreotype by William Vaughn Moody

By William Vaughn Moody

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, deep-lines

This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger than spring, without the faintest trace Of disappointment, weariness, or tean Upon the childlike earnestness and grace Of the waiting face. Those close-wound ropes of pearl (Or common beads made precious by their use) Seem heavy for so slight a throat to wear; But the low bodice leaves the shoulders bare And half the glad swell of the breast, for news

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"This, then, is she,..."

"The Daguerreotype" by William Vaughn Moody is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic english poem consisting of 215 lines. This English poem by William Vaughn Moody demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. William Vaughn Moody's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About William Vaughn Moody

William Vaughn Moody is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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