Marguerite
Lightly the shadows Play through the trees, Green are the meadows, Soft is the breeze, - June's early roses, Pensive and sweet, Droop where reposes Lost Marguerite! Meeting thee never In the green bowers, - Missing thee ever 'Mid the fresh flowers, - Till the long hours die - Hours once so fleet - Hopelessly wait I, Lost Marguerite! Day has grown weary In the blue sky, Summer is dreary, Melodies die; Lowly the willow Droopeth to meet And kiss thy pillow, Lost Marguerite! Flower the fairest Of sweet summer time, Rosebud the rarest Plucked ere its prime, Mine to weep ever Where the wares beat, Meeting thee never, Lost Marguerite!
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"Lightly the shadows..."
This evocative piece by Pamela S. Vining, (J. C. Yule), titled "Marguerite", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...