A world away, for companionship
For one to console
Oft to treed solitudes drew closest.
Wind-voicing, but sole.
Friend's arm, all it took to be shook loose
Off that dependence.
Yet on walks, piny most, and rain-streaked
An impression deep.
Heart-held, kindly soothing brings to weep
For the old cadence.
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