Dear little verse, the careless eye
And needless heart will pass thee by,
And never needst thou hope to be
To other as thou art to me.
For lo, I know thy bliss and woe,
Thy shallows, depths and boundless heights,
How thou was wrought, patient and slow
Through crucibles of sleepless nights.
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- Added: 31 Aug 2000
- Find A Grave Memorial 12015