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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY FLOWERS, by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER
First Line: Sweet flowers, the year with speedy pomp adorn
Last Line: Will shine, perchance to-morrow, on my grave.
Subject(s): Flowers
First Line: Sweet flowers, the year with speedy pomp adorn
Last Line: Will shine, perchance to-morrow, on my grave.
Subject(s): Flowers
SWEET flowers, the year with speedy pomp adorn;
Infirm and old, I linger for your sight;
Quick, with your sheen make gay the opening morn;
Quick, with your scent embalm the closing night.
To-morrow ye might bloom too late for me;
Age finds a rock concealed 'neath every wave.
The glorious sunshine that shall bid you be
Will shine, perchance to-morrow, on my grave.
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