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Monday, April 12, 2010

Missing You

How could it be so fair, and you away?
How could the Trees be beauteous, Flowers so gay?
Could they remember but last year,
How you did Them, They you delight,
The sprouting leaves which saw you here,
And call'd their Fellows to the sight,
Would, looking round for the same sight in vain,
Creep back into their silent Barks again.
Abraham Cowley
Durand Pond, Freehold, NJ

1 comment:

Elaine said...

So dainty and it....