Thursday, November 16, 2017

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NAY, then, what can be done
When love is flown,
When love has passed away?
Sit in the twilight gray,
Thinking how near he was,
Thinking how dear he was,
That is no more, to-day!

How can the day be fair
Love may not share?
How day go by,
Hearing no fond words said,
With no dear kisses shed—
O, how can love be dead,
And yet not I!
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Ina Coolbrith
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Ina Coolbrith

Nauvoo, Illinois
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