Don'T Leave Too Soon Poem by Patti Masterman

Don'T Leave Too Soon



Halls of weeping stone,
Tears of clammy rock,
Mute faces bearing wounds
And moon-rise, like a clock.

Life moves as through a dream,
Of silver searching blue,
And rips the fairy-stream;
Don't leave the world too soon.

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