Saturday, December 1, 2007



When nightfall flings her shadows everywhere
Her hallowed forms in soft reliefs appear,
The flowers in her hair the more endear
The ypress wreath the chaplet that I wear,
Lo, I her hands the light of other days,
Of star-lit skies and singingbirds and flowers,
Where beauty lent her romance to the hours
As roses lend their fragrance to the air.

And in ther eyes the tender wistful gleams,
Of love and home, the jewels that I keep
Stored in my heart set all their rays astream,
When memory drooping turns aside t weep,
Flees just away as broken morning dreams,
I gaze and lo, grey duty’s form is there.

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