The Pearl Poem by Joseph Skipsey

The Pearl



UNKNIT that brow; the day too soon
Departs when starry nights are nearer;
They're clouded now, nor will the Moon
Once come and try to make them clearer.

Be not like her, a peevish girl;—
I own I err'd; but when I dearer
Than worlds appraised thy rival's pearl—
I only meant that pearl, its wearer!

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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Percy, Northumberland
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