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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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LOATH
TO GO
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So we
linger, loath to leave
(Stretched upon a bracken bed)
Such an island, such an eve!
Still unto the waters cleave
Sunset yellows, pink and red,
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we linger, loath to leave,
Fearing fate no more may weave
Plot so fair as that which bred
Such an island, such an eve.
Still the languid waters heave
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Purpled
and encarmined,
So we linger, loath to leave.
Twilight gray doth not bereave
Earth of beauty. Ne’er were wed
Such an island, such an eve!
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Yet we must press on, achieve,
Cease to dream, and do instead—
Still we linger, loath to leave
Such an island, such an eve!
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