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COW WARD (found lines)
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees
A flower was offered to me:
O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:
When the lips have spoken,
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
As the storms rock the ravens on high
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
Dungeons can call- and Guns implore;
With showers and dew-drops wet;
As laughter- was- an hour ago-
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget.
A flower was offered to me:
O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:
When the lips have spoken,
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
As the storms rock the ravens on high
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
Dungeons can call- and Guns implore;
With showers and dew-drops wet;
As laughter- was- an hour ago-
Haply I may remember
And haply may forget.
Published 6th Mar 2013
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