"Amaryllis" ~ Edwin Arlington Robinson

ONCE, when I wandered in the woods alone,
An old man tottered up to me and said,
“Come, friend, and see the grave that I have made
For Amaryllis.” There was in the tone
Of his complaint such quaver and such moan
That I took pity on him and obeyed,
And long stood looking where his hands had laid
An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone.

Far out beyond the forest I could hear
The calling of loud progress, and the bold
Incessant scream of commerce ringing clear;
But though the trumpets of the world were glad,
It made me lonely and it made me sad
To think that Amaryllis had grown old.

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pity i the bonsai, prettily stunted slaves. they are the victims of inhumane felicity, fine artistry, made.

thanx for the favs!
and woot!*blushes* that i'm your favorite.
you're still the best dark chocolate..

lovies

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pity i the bonsai, prettily stunted slaves. they are the victims of inhumane felicity, fine artistry, made.

greetings, my dark one..
welcome to dArt! and stuff and things.


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pity i the bonsai, prettily stunted slaves. they are the victims of inhumane felicity, fine artistry, made.