Necklace, With My 'a Noble Good Never Ages' Poem by james watkin

Necklace, With My 'a Noble Good Never Ages'



Had I not, for its reminder
A true beauty's, a worth's true
Held this out, as assuringly
For her entitled snatched view

Never would it have left a hand
That mirror! With which rill-sides'
Sad, half drowned self-query of
Iris's 'Attract, I? ' hides.

Friday, August 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror,present,beauty
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