William Bell Scott

(1811-1890 / Scotland)

To The Dead - Poem by William Bell Scott


Gone art thou? gone, and is the light of day
Still shining, is my hair not touched with grey?
But evening draweth nigh, I pass the door,
And see thee walking on the dim-lit shore.
Gone, art thou? gone, and weary on the brink
Of Lethe waiting there. O do not drink,
Drink not, forget not, wait a little while,
I shall be with thee; we again may smile.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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