Poems ✍️
  07.09.2025
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Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Delia. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is thy remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling; it is best.


  memory sweetness loss rest

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