Love
IX
From Poems of the Past and the Present
Love
“I see white flowers upon the floor
Betrodden to a clot;
My wreath were they?”—“Nay; love me much,
Swear you’ll forget me not!
’Twas but a wreath! Full many such
Are brought here and forgot.”
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MLA
Hardy, Thomas. “IX.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/259/.
Chicago
Hardy, Thomas. “IX.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/259/.
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