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The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | ||
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Then passed the Wind, but left me very sad,For I began to think of days to come,
Wherein the Sun should fail and birds grow dumb,
And how this garden then should look, indeed.
And as I thought of all, such fear I had
I cried to you, asleep, though none would heed;
And so I wept, though none might see me weep,
Till came the Wind again, and bade me sleep,
And sang me such a small, sweet song that soon
I fell asleep while looking on the Moon.
The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | ||