On a journey soon I must embark
And leave this land I love.
No more I'll see the hovering lark,
Or hear it's song above.
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Only could such a lovely, well-written poem touch the heart as this one does, but........... Speak not of leaving, for you know not the hour, The winds of Fate will blow as they please; But let love take you from your lonely tower, And minister until your heart is at ease Lora
Sensitive the scenes of the descriptions do move the painful soul...