Poem for May

 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 …