What long and silent vigils we keep.
Through pleasent spring and in the summer heat.
We stand amid the fallen leaves in heaps
Then even bear the coldest winter's sleet.
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We watch each tear, hear every mournful phrase
So somber they do a lay before our feet, falling leaves, death. a fine poem, descriptive and full of imagination. tony
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We watch each tear, hear every mournful phrase So somber they do a lay before our feet, falling leaves, death. a fine poem, descriptive and full of imagination. tony