Nights in London

Nights in London

Thomas Burke

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Nights in London by Thomas Burke

Chapter 1 No.1

Fair flakes of wilding rose

Entwine for Seventeen,

With lovely leaves of violet

That dares not live till fields forget

The grey that drest their green with snows,

And grow from grey to green.

And when the wreath is twining,

Oh, prithee, have a care!

Weave in no bloom of subtle smell;

The simple ones she loves too well.

Let violets on her neck lie shining,

Wild rose in her hair.

And bring her rose-winged fancies,

From shadowy shoals of dream,

To clothe her in the wistful hour,

When girlhood steals from bud to flower.

Bring her the tunes of elfin dances,

Bring her the faery Gleam!

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