Poems (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from Poems How long the winter was, I cannot tell For every day was winter while I lived Far from the sunlight of her eyes, whose heart Beat upon mine with passionate youth and love. At last a lingering Easter, bringing ¿owers To streams and meadows, set me free from toil. Sweet May had come, and winged with joy I ¿ed Out of the City to her mountain home And found her lovelier than a summer wood Gay with the singing of a thousand birds, And loving with a rapture that excelled All I had known before. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.