John A. Hancock Poems

I left a candle in the window
A shinning light for you to see
When the veil of sadness around the has lift'd
In the hope it will guide you back to me
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Here we are again
Both of us wondering
What to do what to say
A paradox romance
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The river sweetly sang to me
An enchanting song I long'd to hear
Urging the sleeping forest to awaken
Calling forth all the wild flowers to appear
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Of Love's immortal song it sings
When two hearts beat as one
An o'er flourish'd melody
Hope and dreams for decades sung
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I heard not the sound of your voice
That sweet song I long to hear
Of that melody which be'stills my heart
Not a single note do I hear
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I am not afraid to say
That I love a summer's rain
To listen to the pitter-patter of rain drops
Splash lightly upon the window panes
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I ponder the day I confront'd light
When from the dark seclusion in which I lay
Twas pull'd forth from nature's cradle of creation
To breathe the very air of rejection that fateful day
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Held aloft by the angry winter winds
A single speck of white it falls
Gently doth it ride the rising currents
To no particular place at all
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Like a flower blooms in spring
Bursting forth into life
Did she before my eyes appear
An o'er flourishing delight
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Death becomes beauty when autumn
Kisses the forest trees
Creating a sea of brilliant colours
As far as the eye can see
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