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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THREE GIFTS, by ELIZABETH HARCOURT First Line: I made a song for her to sing Last Line: The ring she never wore is rust. | |||
I made a song for her to sing, And twined red lilies for her hair, I wrought a ring for her to wear; She thought my song a foolish rune, She left my lilies in the dust, The ring she never wore is rust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH HARCOURT WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THREE GRAINS OF CORN; THE IRISH FAMINE by AMELIA BLANDFORD EDWARDS THE SELF-UNSEEING by THOMAS HARDY THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A WEATHER PROPHET by JANE BARLOW |
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