8/27/07
Did you leave something of your presence here? Perhaps a hint of perfume in a flower Or in these rooms once beautiful, now drear, A last imprint of love in that fateful hour Of pain when one could hear the walls cry out For you, departing as the Shade drew near. In all I touch or see or think about There is such loveliness in your atmosphere But sorrow gathers like a fog and closes Over my soul and penetrates my heart And I am left alone among the roses Bereft of my beloved counterpart. I have locked my dreams in a casket of gold Away from the eager prying eyes of men In a silken cloth fold on careful fold. I'll keep them here if you should come again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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