To Flora, With A Rose. Poem by Henry Baker

To Flora, With A Rose.



In this, my lovely Maid! You see
How blooming sweet and fair You be;
But quickly turn away your Eye,
Lest you behold it fade and die.
Beauty's a Shade that fleets away;
Life has Wings, and will not stay.

Saturday, October 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: wings
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