Her Eyes Are Bluebells Now Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

Her Eyes Are Bluebells Now



Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird,
And the long sighing grass her elegy;
She who a woman was is now a star
In the high heaven shining down on me.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: elegy,heaven,star,woman
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