Love died here
Long ago; -
O'er his bier,
Lying low,
Poppies throw;
Shed no tear;
Year by year,
Roses blow!
Year by year,
Adon — dear
To Love's Queen -
Does not die!
Wakes when green
May is nigh!
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LOVE'S EASTER — SONNET · Andrew Lang · Poetry Cove