Legend of the Brown Rosarie, The - Part Third
PART THIRD
Lenora looketh listlessly adown the garden walk.
" I am weary, oh! my mother, of thy tender talk;
" I am weary of the trees, moving to and fro,
" The fixed stars above, the running streams below.
" All things are the same but I, and only I, am dreary;
" And mother of my dreariness, I am very weary.
" Mother, brother, pull the flowers I planted in the spring,
" Smiling that I should smile the more upon their gathering!
Lenora looketh listlessly adown the garden walk.
" I am weary, oh! my mother, of thy tender talk;
" I am weary of the trees, moving to and fro,
" The fixed stars above, the running streams below.
" All things are the same but I, and only I, am dreary;
" And mother of my dreariness, I am very weary.
" Mother, brother, pull the flowers I planted in the spring,
" Smiling that I should smile the more upon their gathering!
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