Of Joan's Youth
1861-1920
I would unto my fair restore
A simple thing:
The flushing cheek she had before!
Out-velveting
No more, no more,
On our sad shore,
The carmine grape, the moth's auroral wing.
Ah, say how winds in flooding grass
Unmoor the rose;
Or guileful ways the salmon pass
To sea, disclose:
For so, alas,
With Love, alas,
With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.
DayPoems Poem No. 1174
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1174.html">Of Joan's Youth by Louise Imogen Guiney</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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