Odes Of Anacreon - Ode LXXIII.
By Thomas Moore
Awhile I bloomed, a happy flower, Till love approached one fatal hour, And made my tender branches feel The wounds of his avenging steel. Then lost I fell, like some poor willow That falls across the wintry billow!
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