Poem by William Winter

Unwritten Poems

FAIRY spirits of the breeze—
Frailer nothing is than these.
Fancies born we know not where—
In the heart or in the air;
Wandering echoes blown unsought        
From far crystal peaks of thought;
Shadows, fading at the dawn,
Ghosts of feeling dead and gone:
Alas! Are all fair things that live
Still lovely and still fugitive?

1. Adelaide Neilson
2. Lester Wallack
3. The Night Watch
4. I. H. B: Died, August 11, 1898
5. Arthur: (1872–1886)

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