Victor James Daley

(5 September 1858 – 29 December 1905 / Navan, County Armagh, Ireland)

The Hawthorn - Poem by Victor James Daley

BY the road, near her father’s dwelling,
There groweth a hawthorn tree:
Its blossoms are fair and fragrant
As the love that I cast from me.
It is all a-bloom this morning
In the sunny silentness,
And grows by the roadside, radiant
As a bride in her bridal dress.

But ah me! at sight of its blossoms
No pleasant memories start:
I see but the thorns beneath them—
And the thorns they pierce my heart.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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