With all love’s magic trickery displaying

To me; your hair, your pallid waiting face.

In all these voiceless years of night and grieving

Above thy grave I grasp this gleam of grace.

Perhaps sometime, where is no pain or parting

I’ll smile again into your waiting face.

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Two Roads

THERE are two roads near Joppa town

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And here I doubting stood,

For one went winding round the hill

The other thru the wood.

And if I took the winding road

’Twould lead me thru the mall,

Of noise and gossipers for which

I have no heart at all.

Sweet briar nodded from the hill,

The blue bells from the shade.

A purple finch decided me,

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