Gipsy Song (2) Poem by Oliver Madox Brown
Gipsy Song (2)
The growth of love's fruit is
Most meet to eat;
Yet a snare where the root is
Entangles the feet.
To passion no stop is
When true love hath sinned;
But the flower that love's crop is
Droops dead i' the wind.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,passion
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