Mnemosyne Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

Mnemosyne



In classic beauty, cold, immaculate,
A voiceful sculpture, stern and still she stands,
Upon her brow deep-chiselled love and hate,
That sorrow o'er dead roses in her hands.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,hate,sorrow
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