In The 'place Of Judgement' - Poem by james watkin
It might have been a zephyr only
Of an angry mood, the feeblest aired
But for what's storm-raised for a mind-flash
To be shook by must you be prepared.
Merest of mere light soakings you say
Piteous partook, too few the tears
But brought to their rememberance above
A cloudless burst of love for you nears.
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