Love's Own.
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Robert Crawford
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Ah, that hair no age can dye
That is golden in Love's eye,
And that face time cannot touch
On which Love has gazed so much.
Other hair and faces may
Take on changes and decay:
Hers, if Love endures, must be
Sure of immortality,
Since no changes can occur
In the dream he's made of her.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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