Nature
XXVII
From Hawthorn and Lavender, with Other Verses
Nature
It was a bowl of roses:
There in the light they lay,
Languishing, glorying, glowing
Their life away.
And the soul of them rose like a presence,
Into me crept and grew,
And filled me with something--some one--
O, was it you?
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MLA
Henley, William Ernest. “XXVII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/henley/112/.
Chicago
Henley, William Ernest. “XXVII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/henley/112/.
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