Through the dark wood
There came to me a friend,
Bringing in his cold hands
Two words - 'The End.'
His face was fair
As fading autumn flowers,
And the lost joy
Of unforgotten hours.
His voice was sweet
As rain upon a grave;
'Be brave,' he smiled.
And yet again - 'be brave.'
The Friend
Richard Le Gallienne
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Poem topics: autumn, dark, friend, joy, lost, rain, voice, sweet, face, cold, grave, brave, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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