V

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of A Dirge

Bramble roses, faint and pale,

And long purples of the dale.

Let them rave.

These in every shower creep

Thro' the green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

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