When I was a child,
I felt the fairies' power.
Of a sudden my dry life
Would burst into flower.
The skies were my path,
The sun my comrade fair,
And the night was a dark rose
I wore in my hair.
But thou camest, love,
Who madest me unfree.
I will dig myself a grave
And hide there from thee.
The Tyrant
Lesbia Harford
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Poem topics: child, dark, flower, hair, life, night, power, rose, sun, hide, grave, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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