And that, while Polar Oceans freeze and roll,
It never can be spoken!
TO A DANDELION.
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BY ERASTUS W. ELLSWORTH.
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Thy face, my friend, is beauty-pale,
And doth a slender sweet exhale,
And here is but a homely vale,
And that, while Polar Oceans freeze and roll,
It never can be spoken!
———
BY ERASTUS W. ELLSWORTH.
———
Thy face, my friend, is beauty-pale,
And doth a slender sweet exhale,
And here is but a homely vale,