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The Last Meeting

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Because the night was falling warm and still
Upon a golden day at April’s end,
I thought; I will go up the hill once more
To find the face of him that I have lost,
And speak with him before his ghost has flown
Far from the earth that might not keep him long.

So down the road I went, pausing to see

How slow the dusk drew on, and how the folk
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Mary Brennan 06 August 2017

The most perfect, most visceral, love poem - or poem about love, and loss - ever written

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Lawrence Moore 04 July 2019

I just discovered it tonight and it's wonderful.

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