One Year Ago You Died, and Still We Mourn
One year ago you died, and still we mourn,
Nor will our mourning end till it be night,
Even as time turns our tears to light
Years hence, when this may be more easily borne.
Each moment of your passion and delight,
As clear as sunshine, bountiful and bright,
Returns as sorrow now that you are gone.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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