Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

The Dainty Virtue - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

She fled me through the meadow,
She fled me o'er the hill.
With such a fling she fled, oh,
She may be flying still.

But doubtless she grew weary
By thicket or by wood.—
A dainty virtue, dearie,
That fled when none pursued.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012



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