Friday, January 3, 2003

At Nightfall Comments

Rating: 2.8

O little hands, long vanished in the night--
Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here--
My heart is full of music from some sphere,
Where ye make melody for God's delight.
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Frederick George Scott
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Rose Marie Juan-austin 15 June 2023

So deeply poignant and touching. Beautiful memories could tame our pains and loveliness. Well executed and crafted write.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 13 February 2017

A touching lovely poem depicting a trip down the memory lane.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 13 February 2017

A memorable trip down the memory lane in company of cherished recollections.

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Amar Agarwala 13 February 2017

Sad, but beautifully versed poem.

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Anil Kumar Panda 13 February 2017

The poet seems to be in a sad mood remembering his lost love. A very well rhymed poem that touches ones heart.

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 February 2017

Light, delight! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 13 February 2017

a poem of remembering a loved one and the music they made?

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 13 February 2017

O little hands, long vanished in the night- Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here- My heart is full of music from some sphere, Where ye make melody for God's delight. A joyous poem sweetly penned.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 13 February 2017

God speed.... So sad to be alone at night.....

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Walterrean Salley 18 May 2012

Here, the poet is pining for a lost love. His wife, it seems.10

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