Theodore Wratislaw Poems

Dear, did you know how sweet to me
Was every glance of yours, how sweet
The laugh that lights your face with glee,
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Come while the afternoon of May
Is sweet with many a lilac-spray,
Come while the sparrows chirping fare
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THE CURTAIN on the grouping dancers falls,
The heaven of color has vanished from our eyes;
Stirred in our seats we wait with vague surmise
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