The Wanderer's Love Poem by Siddhartha Datta
The Wanderer's Love
Nondescript is the Eglentine
And the brook serpentine;
Today my beloved dell
Is wordless and pale.
In the churchyard of gloom
'mong the wood that'll ne'er bloom,
E'ermore I do rove, and crave
For naught, my heart in her grave.
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Composed on a dreary and lone dusk, at remembrance of some yesteryear gloom.
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