Age Poem by William Lisle Bowles

Age

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Age, thou the loss of health and friends shalt mourn!
But thou art passing to that night-still bourne,
Where labour sleeps. The linnet, chattering loud
To the May morn, shall sing; thou, in thy shroud,
Forgetful and forgotten, sink to rest;
And grass-green be the sod upon thy breast!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 30 March 2016

I'll pass on this proferred delight, thank you very much! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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