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KING ERIK: SONG (2) by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE

First Line: I BRING A GARLAND FOR YOUR HEAD
Last Line: WILL FADE AND WITHER UP AND DIE.
I BRING a garland for your head,
Of blossoms fresh and fair,
My own hands wound their white and red
To ring about your hair:
Here is a lily, here a rose,
A warm narcissus that scarce blows,
And fairer blossoms no man knows.

So crowned and chapleted with flowers,
I pray you be not proud;
For after brief and summer hours
Comes autumn with a shroud; --
Though fragrant as a flower you lie,
You and your garland, by-and-by,
Will fade and wither up and die.



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