Loves sun went down without a frown
For very joy it used to grieve us
I often think the West is gone
Ah cruel Time to undeceive us
The stream it is a common stream
Where we on Sundays used to ramble
The sky hangs oer a broken dream
The brambles dwindled to a bramble
O Poesy is on the wane
I cannot find her haunts again
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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