The Village Street: And Other Poems (Classic Reprint)Excerpt from The Village Street: And Other Poems HE ages now pass by her unaware And decades are like seconds in her sleep, With bridegroom death leaning to watch her there, Pale for the wedding, and the dream how deep! She was so young, so thrilling young and fair, How strange it is that for her sake we weep! Lo, in her sleeve the silken ripples creep. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. |
