Last night in my feverish dreams I heard
A voice like the moan of an autumn sea,
Or the low, sad wail of a widowed bird,
And it said–“My darling, come home to me.”
Then a hand was laid on my throbbing head–
As cold as clay, but it soothed my pain:
I wakened and knew from among the dead
My darling stood by my coach again.
(Hanford Lennox Gordon)
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