When Jonquils Blow

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Title:     When Jonquils Blow
Author: Virna Sheard [More Titles by Sheard]

When jonquils blow I think of one
Who sleeps beneath the green;
And all the light and song of life
And all the golden sheen
Turn cold and still before my eyes,
While pearl-edged boughs of May
Seen through a sudden mist of tears
Are rimmed with ashen-gray.

[The end]
Virna Sheard's poem: When Jonquils Blow

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