Oh, Victorian Days

Amidst the bloom of spring's first tender grace,

Where primrose paths and daffodils entwine,

I wandered forth, and found a secret place,

Where Nature’s hand had traced her soft design.

The brook did babble with a gentle sound,

As if to whisper tales of yesteryear,

And blossoms fair did carpet all the ground,

Their petals kissed by dew, so pure, so clear.

In yonder glade where sunlight softly streams,

And shadows dance beneath the ancient trees,

I lingered long, enwrapped in wistful dreams,

Entranced by beauty's tender mysteries.

Oh, Victorian days, with charm replete,

In memory's realm, thy grace doth still repeat.

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