Best Swansdown Poems
King Henry's Lament For His Third Wife.As the winds turn biting cold,
and, as green leaves turn to gold,
a cloak of velvet I would fold
around your form, your grace,
With each step on icy ground,
with each heartbeat's hollow sound,
a hood of swansdown I'd place round
your pretty, pale, sad face,
Would that I could end...
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