CharlotteA Poem by Spencer Barker
A heavenly rhyme,
with all the utterance of time. But it is with great hope, with great love, I give you mine. The spring trees glint, glimmer, and splay the pleasant, it is more when I look aside. The curly locks of Charlotte, the girl of the wood, the twirl which once she stood. Eyes of little hint, from which mine came to glint.
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