Song 13 Poem by Anne Hunter
Song 13
SPRING returns, the flowrets blow;
Will hope return? ah, no! ah, no!
With the dreams of youth she flies,
And like the rose, her emblem, dies.
Fancy droops beneath the shade,
And all the gay delights are fled.
Spring returns, the flowrets blow;
Will hope return? ah, no! ah, no!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,rose,spring
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