Stephen Spurrier Jr.

Rookie [Andrew Collins Frost]

September: Fading Light

The dead beloved flashes the inward eye—
Though Scripture saith once to die…
Still, this eve—the crackling fade in summer,
She visits my inward self— one to not remember…
Dead, oh dead! Sleep long slumbers
Dream O dream thy serenading numbers! Angels bid
Thee welcome home!
This calm September
Fade not alone…

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