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By prashant sapkota3 years ago in Fiction
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design,
By prashant sapkota3 years ago in Poets
The other night, from cares exempt, I slept and what d'you think I dreamt? I dreamt that somehow I had come To dwell in Topsy-Turveydom -
My father had the gay good tunes, the like you'd seldom hear, A whole day could he whistle them, an' thin he'd up an' sing,
Shapeless and grim, A Shadow dim O'erhung the ways, And darkened all my days. And all who saw, With bated breath,
Whisk!--away in the sun flying feHis itltleet Scamper as softly fleet As ever the rabbits run. He is gone like a flash, and then
She had looked for his coming as warriors come, With the clash of arms and the bugle's call: But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
I held my way through Defton Wood, And on to Wandor Hall; The dancing leaf let down the light, In hovering spots to fall.
The audience entire seemed pleased - indeed Extremely pleased. And little Maymie, freed From her task of instructing, ran to show
Lay me low, my work is done; I am weary. Lay me low, Where the wild flowers woo the sun, Where the balmy breezes blow,
In the middle of the night Mother's spirit came and spoke to me, Looking weariful and white - As 'twere untimely news she broke to me.
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay