Memories now distant,
As some silent brook,
Trickle in the mind
Where still waters dwell.
Hair tangled long across
The shoulders of rarest
Recollection and loss
Of one who was fairest;
You float wan and faint,
Still with beauteous look,
Though therein I find
A glint of darkest hell.
And so you gather now,
Dearest departed one,
At this unearthly hour
When you should be gone.
As some silent brook,
Trickle in the mind
Where still waters dwell.
Hair tangled long across
The shoulders of rarest
Recollection and loss
Of one who was fairest;
You float wan and faint,
Still with beauteous look,
Though therein I find
A glint of darkest hell.
And so you gather now,
Dearest departed one,
At this unearthly hour
When you should be gone.
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