Eos: An Epic of the Dawn, and Other Poems

By Nicholas Flood Davin


 

A PHOTOGRAPH.


 

A photograph adorns my room
    Two sweet young faces there,
Thank God, no tyrant speaks my doom—
    To say which is more fair—

The evening star is sweet to see,
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    The morning star is bright,
But what conclave could e’er agree
    Which gives the purer light? [Page 104]