The Crown Of Years
Years grow and gather--each a gem Lustrous with laughter and with tears, And cunning Time a crown of years Contrives for her who weareth them. No chance can snatch this diadem, It trembles not with hopes or fears, It shines before the rose appears, And when the leaves forsake her stem. Time sets his jewels one by one. Then wherefore mourn the wreaths that lie In attic chambers of the past? They withered ere the day was done. This coronal will never die, Nor shall you lose it at the last.
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"Years grow and gather--each a gem..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Robert Fuller Murray delivers a powerful performance in "The Crown Of Years"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...