But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river A moment white then melts forever.
The glorious Angel, who was keeping The gates of Light, beheld her weeping; And, as he nearer drew and listen'd To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd Within his eyelids, like the spray From Eden's fountain, where it lies On the blue flow'r, which Bramins say Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.thomas moore
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?felicia hemans
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