Friday, October 19, 2012

The Dead Poet Comments

Rating: 2.7

Draw back the curtain, let the light
Upon the chamber's gloom,
That I may think my son asleep,
Not ready for the tomb!
Ah! what he was, he always looked, but ne'er so fair as now;
The angels' wakening kiss has left a glory on his brow!
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Isabella Fyvie Mayo
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