Tom Billsborough Elegy Poems

My sighs are deeper than the dark wind's moan,
For now I am alone, am now alone
Knowing that you will not be here
Next day, next week, next year.
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Which serf does not desire his liberty
Or boat its home-port's sanctuary?
As I await, alas, both day and night,
From you, my love, your gracious sight.
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The meadow land is fallow
Below a carapace of sorrow,
Bright summer hues subdued
And green supplanted by
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