Thou Poisonous Laurel Leaf, That In The Soil [Sonnet]

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Title:     Thou Poisonous Laurel Leaf, That In The Soil [Sonnet]
Author: Fanny Kemble [More Titles by Kemble]

Thou poisonous laurel leaf, that in the soil
Of life, which I am doomed to till full sore,
Spring'st like a noisome weed! I do not toil
For thee, and yet thou still com'st dark'ning o'er
My plot of earth with thy unwelcome shade.
Thou nightshade of the soul, beneath whose boughs
All fair and gentle buds hang withering!
Why hast thou wreathed thyself around my brows,
Casting from thence the blossoms of my spring,
Breathing on youth's sweet roses till they fade?
Alas! thou art an evil weed of woe,
Watered with tears and watched with sleepless care,
Seldom doth envy thy green glories spare;
And yet men covet thee--ah, wherefore do they so!

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Fanny Kemble's poem: Thou Poisonous Laurel Leaf, That In The Soil [Sonnet]

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