I put by the half-written poem, While the pen, idly trailed in my hand, Writes on—" Had I words to complete it, Who'd read it, or who'd understand?" ...
Article : 299 words" A toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent; sweet, not lasting— The perfume and suppliance of a minute; ...
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