I.
I, too, have come to feel and see
How little in the world can be
Ours, as we pine and pass -
How all we long for, know of, love,
As in a dream from us remove,
Till each becomes the shadow of
A light that was.
II.
We must all somehow be made
One with time, that fleeting shade;
Until we within the dust
Wither as sweet violets must
In their own scent, as they lie
Like a virgin memory
Trembling with its sweetest breath
In the mystery of death.
Love Litanies.
Robert Crawford
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Poem topics: breath, death, dream, feel, light, memory, time, world, sweet, shadow, shade, long, mystery, remove, dust, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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