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In Memoriam A. H. H. 7

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Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,
A hand that can be clasp'd no more-
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.
He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,

And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
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Michael Walker 26 August 2019

A shorter, more succinct poem, which I like. His friend has passed away, sadly.

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