Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG, by AUBREY DE VERE


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First Line: She says: 'poor friend, you waste a treasure'
Last Line: Grow larger in her eyes.
Subject(s): Smerwick, Ireland


She says: "Poor friend, you waste a treasure
Which you can ne'er regain--
Time, health, and glory, for the pleasure
Of toying with a chain."
But then her voice so tender grows,
So kind and so caressing;
Each murmur from her lips that flows
Comes to me like a blessing.

Sometimes she says: "Sweet friend, I grieve you--
Alas, it gives me pain!
What can I? Ah, might I relieve you,
You ne'er had mourned in vain!"
And then her little hand she presses
Upon her heart, and sighs;
While tears whose source not yet she guesses,
Grow larger in her eyes.





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