I would unto my fair restore <br />A simple thing: <br />The flushing cheek she had before! <br />Out-velveting <br />No more, no more, <br />On our sad shore, <br />The carmine grape, the moth's auroral wing. <br /> <br />Ah, say how winds in flooding grass <br />Unmoor the rose; <br />Or guileful ways the salmon pass <br />To sea, disclose; <br />For so, alas, <br />With Love, alas, <br />With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.<br /><br />Louise Imogen Guiney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-joan-s-youth/
