Since your limbs were laid out
The stars do not shine,
The fish leap not out
In the waves.
On our meadows the dew
Does not fall in the morn,
For O'Daly is dead:
Not a flower can be born,
Not a word can be said,
Not a tree have a leaf;
Anthony, after you
There is nothing to do,
There is nothing but grief.
Anthony O'daly
James Stephens
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Poem topics: fish, flower, grief, tree, shine, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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