Murmur of living!
Stir of existence!
Soul of the world!
Make, oh make yourselves felt
To the dying spirit of Youth.
Come, like the breath of the spring.
Leave not a human soul
To grow old in darkness and pain.
Only the living can feel you
But leave us not while we live
Richmond Hill
Matthew Arnold
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Poem topics: breath, feel, pain, spring, world, human, spirit, live, youth, I love you, I miss you, soul, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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