(2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland)

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A Flower Given to My Daughter

Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.

Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003


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