Lord Lytton

The first wan cowslip, wet
With tears of the first morn.

The first wan cowslip, wet
With tears of the first morn.

Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.

Here's a health to the glow-worm, Death's sober lamplighter.

Don't be so humble--you are not that great.

Don't be so humble--you are not that great.

And the jasmine flower in her fair young breast,
(O the faint, sweet smell of that jasmine flower!)
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And the jasmine flower in her fair young breast,
(O the faint, sweet smell of that jasmine flower!)
And the one bird singing alone to his nest.
And the one star over the tower.

Unseen hands delay
The coming of what oft seems close in ken,
And, contrary, the moment, when read more

Unseen hands delay
The coming of what oft seems close in ken,
And, contrary, the moment, when we say
"'Twill never come!" comes on us even then.