To L —

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Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,
A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite,
Why hast thou come to trouble my delight
With memories ? Oh ! I had clean made end
Of all that time, I had made haste to send
My soul into red places, and to light
A torch of pleasure to burn up my night.
What I have woven hast thou come to rend ?

In silent acres of forgetful flowers,
Crowned as of old with happy daffodils,
Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying,
Alas! it has chanced now on sombre hours
Of hard remembrances and sad delaying,
Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills

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Sanjukta Sahoo 02 March 2018

Of hard remembrances and sad delaying, Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills Great poem.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 02 March 2018

In silent acres of forgetful flowers, Crowned as of old with happy daffodils, Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying, A great poem shared.

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