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Robert Bridges

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I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight,
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour
My song be like a flower!
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Bk. II, No. 13, I Have Loved Flowers That Fade, st. 1 (1879).

 
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