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Memory by William Browne

By William Browne

Topics: sad-shayari, nature-poetry

SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes when the day is done; So sits the turtle when she is but one, And so all woe, as I since she is gone. To some few birds kind Nature hath Made all the summer as one day: Which once enjoy'd, cold winter's wrath As night they sleeping pass away. Those happy creatures are, that know not yet

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"SO shuts the marigold her leaves..."

"Memory" by William Browne is a sad and nature english poem consisting of 20 lines. This English poem by William Browne demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun;...", this piece explores themes of sad and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. William Browne's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About William Browne

William Browne is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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