You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
July 6, 2023Who Ever Felt as I?
July 6, 2023Years
Years, many parti-colour’d years,
Some have crept on, and some have flown
Since first before me fell those tears
I never could see fall alone.
Years, not so many, are to come,
Years not so varied, when from you
One more will fall: when, carried home,
I see it not, nor hear Adieu.