Though the day I had at it's fill
Only you the one come by my way
And rather the old friends did conceal
Behind curtain, on the day.

Later Sun rise, after all, on you
Half hidden from the shine I call
As the withered leaves by dew
Restore itself, next to fall.

Had I all but a fair breathe
After you and they had come
In the life, full of garland and wreath
When Love had a blossom.

Now days are unrest, shadowy by path
Even, recurring in the mind
'Tis all just a saddest aftermath
That we, all, have been different kind.

Where the Sun rose, and set in
We came to know; thence forgot-
Till we come to tryst within
Quarter a life of happy lot.

06/26/2016
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