My nosegays are for Captives


My nosegays are for Captives
Dim expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till Paradise.

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.


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My nosegays are for Captives