Love And The Maidens

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Title:     Love And The Maidens
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

He seemed asleep; his wings were wet
With dew; he lay among the flowers,
Sweeter than Spring; his radiant curls
With primrose and with violet
Were crowned; and in a silent ring the girls
Watched, all an April morning's misty hours....

Not one dared wake him--yet each breast
Yearned to be pillow to a thing
So fair. 'How will he smile?' thought they,
'In waking?...' But between them pressed
One who with laughter bore the rogue away,
Ere they had touched a feather of his wing.

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Love And The Maidens

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