O Poesy is on the wane
For Fancys visions all unfitting
I hardly know her face again
Nature herself seems on the flitting
The fields grow old & common things
The grass the sky the winds a-blowing
& spots where still a beauty clings
Are sighing "going all a-going”
O Poesy is on the wane
I hardly know her face again
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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