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I Return
Beauty, as time, has passed me by
So that here alone set I
As the hound with quarry gone
Searching ever blindly on
Through the field or around the tree
"Til I return alone to me.
Beauty, as time, has passed me by
So that here alone set I
As the hound with quarry gone
Searching ever blindly on
Through the field or around the tree
"Til I return alone to me.
This speaks to me as one who feels a certain sadness, or a longing...and yet at the same time seems to be content with life. You'll have to let me know what thoughts you had when writing this. :) Excellent poetry as always!