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A Bride

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'O I am weary!' she sighed, as her billowy
Hair she unloosed in a torrent of gold
That rippled and fell o'er a figure as willowy,
Graceful and fair as a goddess of old:
Over her jewels she flung herself drearily,
Crumpled the laces that snowed on her breast,
Crushed with her fingers the lily that wearily
Clung in her hair like a dove in its nest--.
And naught but her shadowy form in the mirror
To kneel in dumb agony down and weep near her!
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James Mclain 25 October 2017
Being rejected is devestating.. iip.. James
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Edward Kofi Louis 25 October 2017
Fair as a goddess of old! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Kumarmani Mahakul 25 October 2017
Graceful and fair as a goddess of old, the bride weeps to heal dumb agony. Torrent of gold ripples miraculously.This is brilliant poem that is excellently penned and this describes the bride perfectly. Very beautiful poem this is...10
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