Within a primrose wood I lay content Upon a certain blithe blue day of spring, And ever near, my lover came or went And gathering violets ever did she sing So fair she was I laughed for love, and cried "Still can I see how yesterday you stood, Your whole fair frame rejoicing in its pride And lovelier than the whole spring-lovely wood!" Ah then she paused, and coming where I sat Smiled, and with one dear hand upon my head "O Love, my love, may you remember that When I am no more beautiful," she said.
- by Clifford Bax (1886 - 1962), "Youth", appears in Poems Dramatic & Lyrical, first published 1911 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953), "Youth", 1918?, published 1920. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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