 | The point of view (some talks and disputations) |  |
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TO------ AGED TWENTY-TWO
(SONNET)
You will recal perchance some summer day,
Not this year, or e'en next, but some far year,
What time we two have stood together here,
Under this friendly, cloud-flecked sky of May.
Not this year, or e'en next, but some far year,
What time we two have stood together here,
Under this friendly, cloud-flecked sky of May.
The late-come swallows on their devious way,
The urgent questings of bewildered bees,
The chirp of some proud mother from the trees,
And the warm promise of the procreant clay.
The urgent questings of bewildered bees,
The chirp of some proud mother from the trees,
And the warm promise of the procreant clay.
All these will perhaps return, and if with these,
With sun, and cloud, and bird, and budding trees,
There mingles some old memories of me,
Keep them, but do not grieve. For naught abides,
The untiring river rolls, and down its tides
Wave follows wave into the same old sea.
With sun, and cloud, and bird, and budding trees,
There mingles some old memories of me,
Keep them, but do not grieve. For naught abides,
The untiring river rolls, and down its tides
Wave follows wave into the same old sea.
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