Minniebel
Where the willow weepeth By a fountain lone, - Where the ivy creepeth O'er a mossy stone, - With pale flowers above her, In a quiet dell. Far from those who love her, Slumbers Minniebel. There thy bed I made thee, By that fountain side, And in anguish laid thee Down to rest, my bride! Tenderest and fairest, Who thy worth may tell! Flower of beauty rarest, Saintly Minniebel! Weary years have borrowed From my eye its light, Time my cheek has furrowed, And these locks are white; But my heart will ever Mid its memories dwell, Fondly thine forever, Angel Minniebel!
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"Where the willow weepeth..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Pamela S. Vining, (J. C. Yule) delivers a powerful performance in "Minniebel"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...