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DOUBLE QUATRAINS.
My boy, through life think how this king of Spain
(Whose name none knows—and so you'll not forget!)
Caught by his palace hearth-flames, not in vain
To ashes burned—for sake of Etiquette!
(Whose name none knows—and so you'll not forget!)
Caught by his palace hearth-flames, not in vain
To ashes burned—for sake of Etiquette!
IX.
SEPTEMBER.
Send back these lonesome lights to Fairyland,[1]
Whose wingéd glimmer of gold lured childish feet,
Borrowed (with bud and bird), you understand,
To keep while moons were warm and dews were sweet.
Whose wingéd glimmer of gold lured childish feet,
Borrowed (with bud and bird), you understand,
To keep while moons were warm and dews were sweet.
Hush,—we may have them for a little yet
Before the weird leaf-gathering frost creeps on.
Ah, loveliest time!—wherein we may regret
The fair things going, not the sweet things gone.
Before the weird leaf-gathering frost creeps on.
Ah, loveliest time!—wherein we may regret
The fair things going, not the sweet things gone.
- ↑ Fireflies.
