She turned the page of wounds and death
With trembling fingers. In a breath
The gladness of her life became
Naught but a memory and a name.
Farewell! Farewell! I might not share
The perils it was yours to dare.
Dauntless you fronted death: for me
Rests to face life as fearlessly.
The Heart Cry
Francis William Bourdillon
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Poem topics: breath, memory, face, share, death, farewell, life, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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