Poems ✍️
  05.02.2026
  22

Author: Louise Bogan

Knowledge

Now that I know
How passion warms little
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle,--

I'll lie here and learn
How, over their ground
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.


  passion mortality Nature Reflection

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