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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIMMA BELLA; IN MEMORY OF A LITTLE LIFE: 14, by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON Poet's Biography
First Line: O pale pressed rose-bud in the book of death
Last Line: O'er his inscrutable angelic face.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies
First Line: O pale pressed rose-bud in the book of death
Last Line: O'er his inscrutable angelic face.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies
O pale pressed Rose-bud in the Book of Death,
Where thou outlastest many a perfect rose
That strews her petals at her full life's close
Beneath November's violating breath;
Too well thou heardest what the Spring wind saith
To the small buds of which the gods compose
Their fatal wreaths, and what May sings to those
That shall not hear what Autumn uttereth.
When Azrael turns slowly one by one
The leaves of his great Book, by pale gleam lit,
And sees thee whom he plucked by morn's bright sun.
Perhaps, O Rose-bud, in that silent place,
A wistful smile, as of regret, may flit
O'er his inscrutable angelic face.
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