THE Summer goes, with all its birds and flowers;
The Autumn passes with its solemn sky;
The Winter comes again – yet you and I
Know not the old companionship once ours.
The twilight mist between us hangs and lowers;
Your face I see not – voice I cannot hear.
No letter tells me you in thought are near.
The west-wind blows and sweeps away the showers,
But from the west no whisper comes of you.
Friends press around you in your distant home –
(Your distant home I never yet have seen,)
And old familiar greetings still renew;
While I with fancy’s eyes alone can come
And peep unnoted there behind your screen.
(Christopher Pearse Cranch)
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