The Song Of The Secret

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Title:     The Song Of The Secret
Author: Walter De la Mare [More Titles by De la Mare]

Where is beauty?
Gone, gone:
The cold winds have taken it
With their faint moan;
The white stars have shaken it,
Trembling down,
Into the pathless deeps of the sea.
Gone, gone
Is beauty from me.

The clear naked flower
Is faded and dead;
The green-leafed willow,
Drooping her head,
Whispers low to the shade
Of her boughs in the stream,
Sighing a beauty,
Secret as dream.

[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: Song Of The Secret

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