DARK is the iris meadow,
Dark is the ivory tower,
And lightly the young moth's shadow
Sleeps on the passion-flower.
Gone are our day's red roses.
So lovely and lost and few,
But the first star uncloses
A silver bud in the blue.
Night, and a flame in the embers
Where the seal of the years was set,-
When the almond-bough remembers
How shall my heart forget ?
Serenade
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Poem topics: flower, heart, lost, night, passion, red, silver, star, blue, shadow, young, tower, flame, forget, Valentine's Day, meadow, dark, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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