Poetry

                                                                           Leaving

By : Ienla

When the sun sets for me

And my life ceases to be;

When I no more behold,

Nature’s beauty pure and bold

And starry skies that beckon;

When my earthly hours are final

And I lie in sleep eternal;

When I, no more hear across the hills

The soft moan of the whispering winds,

When my shadow no more gently fall

Neath’ the pale moonlight at all,

When spring’s riotous bloom and tender green-

Into darkness fade, never to preen

And it’s beauty with dreary death merge;

Mourn not, my life’s passing

Nor fanciful virtues sing

And mourn not, my glories past

But mourn if you must,

Half-done I leave my day’s task.


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