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Come, Walk With Me

How fair soe'er it grew...

By Bg DasPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Come, Walk With Me
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Come, walk with me,

There's only thee

To bless my spirit now

We used to love on winter nights

To wander through the snow;

Can we not woo back old delights?

The clouds rush dark and wild

They fleck with shade our mountain heights

The same as long ago

And on the horizon rest at last

In looming masses piled;

While moonbeams flash and fly so fast

We scarce can say they smiled

Come walk with me, come walk with me;

We were not once so few

But Death has stolen our company

As sunshine steals the dew

He took them one by one and we

Are left the only two;

So closer would my feelings twine

Because they have no stay but thine

'Nay call me not, it may not be

Is human love so true?

Can Friendship's flower droop on for years

And then revive anew?

No, though the soil be wet with tears,

How fair soe'er it grew

The vital sap once perished

Will never flow again

And surer than that dwelling dread,

The narrow dungeon of the dead

Time parts the hearts of men'

inspirational
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Bg Das

Passonate writing and love writing poems

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