Posted by Daniel on 5/6/2005, 11:48 pm, in reply to "Sonnets From A Green And Growing Place III." So much more I could say, She wasn't the one The waterfall has the same power Thought of your poem... Yet light beyond the dark is best descried,
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On a large rock over a waterfall,
looking down at the foam,
it was just what I remembered,
twenty years later.
and will say...
writing on a rock over the waterfall.
but she cared, she loved.
it always had.
And rest is sweeter after labour long,
And love is lent new life where doth abide
The gently-sighing voice of sorrow's song.
Let now the spring of love again flow forth!
Its bliss the deepest bane of grief is worth!
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