The Last Smile
She sat beside me yesterday
With lip, and eye, so blandly smiling,
So full of soul, of life, of light,
So sweetly my lorn heart beguiling
That she had almost made me gay--
Had almost charmed the thought away--
(Which, like the poisoned desert wind,
Came sick and heavy o'er my mind)--
That memory soon mine all would be,
And she would smile no more for me.
Old London Bridge - Only for Poets
Connecting the Poets who digging heart of me Still death - Sabarnasri
HEARTY WELCOME & HAVE A NICE STAY
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