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I have loved flowers that fade - Robert Bridges

I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight,
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour
My song be like a flower !

I have loved airs that die
Before their charm is writ
Along a liquid sky
Trembling to welcome it.
Notes, that with pulse of fire
Proclaim the spirit's desire,
Then die, and are nowhere
My song be like an air !

Die, song, die like a breath,
And wither as a bloom ;
Fear not a flowery death,
Dread not an airy tomb !
Fly with delight, fly hence !
'Twas thine love's tender sense
To feast; now on thy bier
Beauty shall shed a tear.


flowery death n airy womb- that really took out the fear of death, n makethe me happy :)
Tulika Verma said…
Sheer beauty! I adore this poem!
Anwesa said…
@ Jane,

Yes,there lies the beauty of this piece.

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Dear You,

Looks like I have found you.

In the depths of my love, I notice your smile.

Yes, the one you flash after that brief moment of joy.

I feel your fingers entwined in mine. All the time.

Your eyes speak to mine, asking me questions.

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