By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 11, 2012 I Saw Her Fade By Thomas Ward I saw her fade, and gently did she sink,Like the fair flower, that, severed from the stem,Yet lives a while in beauty; you might deemIts frail thread of life could not be broken,Or, that the liquid aid supplied, might yetPreserve its being, and prevent decay;But still it dies; like all the fair of earth,Too frail, too weak to stay. And so she sank!For we had fo...
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