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Swansdown Poems - Poems about Swansdown


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,......

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Categories: swansdown, history, loss
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things