Mere withered stalks & fading trees
& pastures spread with hills & rushes
Are all my fading vision sees
Gone gone are raptures flooding gushes
When mushrooms they were fairy bowers
Their marble pillars overswelling
& Danger paused to pluck the flowers
That in their swarthy rings were dwelling
Yes Poesy is on the wane
Nor joy nor fear is mine again
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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