by Fer50Ashbourne, Meath, Ireland
Oct 2020 284 Views 0 comments
Intimations of Immortality.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
Of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not, rather find,
Strenght in what remain behind.
Of splendour in the grass,
Of glory in the flower.
We will grieve not, rather find,
Strenght in what remain behind.
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Posted: Oct 2020
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