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THE SKAITH OF GUILLARDUN: 94 by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE

First Line: NOW TOWARD THE DAWN THEY GLIDE WITH LOVE-LOCK'D HANDS
Last Line: ROB OF ONE CHARM THE SWEET-LIP'D VIOLET?
Subject(s): FLOWERS; LOVE; ROSES;

Now toward the dawn they glide with love-lock'd hands:
One dark and stately as the forest pines,
One fairer than the silver-streaming sands
When in the waning heavens the light declines.
The one the homage of all hearts commands,
The other with a softer radiance shines.
Shall the proud Rose, in widest empire set,
Rob of one charm the sweet-lip'd Violet?



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