Is it too strange to think
That, when all life at last from earth is gone,
And round the sun’s pale blink
Our desolate planet wheels its ice and stone,
Housed among storm-proof walls there yet may abide,
Defying long the venoms of decay,
A still dark throng of books, dumb books of song
And tenderest fancies born of youth and May?
Would this be ABABCDED (approximate rhyme)?
2007-12-04
12:08:09
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simplyxkelly
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➔ Poetry
(gone and stone are approximate rhyme)
2007-12-04
12:23:10 ·
update #1