Siddhartha Datta


The Wanderer's Love - Poem by Siddhartha Datta

Nondescript is the Eglentine
And the brook serpentine;
Today my beloved dell
Is wordless and pale.
In the churchyard of gloom
'mong the wood that'll ne'er bloom,
E'ermore I do rove, and crave
For naught, my heart in her grave.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Composed on a dreary and lone dusk, at remembrance of some yesteryear gloom.

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  • Gold Star - 33,912 Points Gajanan Mishra (10/15/2013 4:00:00 AM)

    heart in he grave, good love, good write, thanks.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013


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