You give me no portent of impermanence
Though before sun goes you are long gone hence,
Your bright, inherited crown
Withered and fallen down.
It seems that your blue immobility
Has been for ever, and must for ever be.
Man seems the unstable thing,
Fevered and hurrying.
So free of joy, so prodigal of tears,
Yet he can hold his fevers seventy years,
Out-wear sun, rain and frost,
By which you are soon lost.
The Harebell
Muriel Stuart
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Poem topics: joy, lost, rain, blue, crown, frost, long, bright, hold, fallen, sun, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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