Unspoken Unfound Colours - by Nigel A. JAMES
By Alfred, Lord
Tennyson
O THAT ´twere possible,
After long
grief and pain,
To find the
arms of my true love
Round me
once again!...
A shadow
flits before me –
Not thou,
but like to thee.
Ah God!
that were it possible
For one
short hour to see
The souls
we loved, that that might tell us
What and
where they be …
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