Apart from you, I stroll these glist’ning walks, Clouded is my heart in winter showers, And heavy are my water-laden locks, But anything to pass these lonely hours, And now a drop has formed before my eye, Holding there my hair as you once did, Aback I glance to sky and ‘pine whereby, It came to rest before my ruddled lid, Was it once a wave on white sand shore That grazed your suntanned skin while passing through? Or was it blessed by face that I adore, Afore the glass with view I miss of you? Then woe betide; my grief was sanctified, It fell to join the tears that I have cried. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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Absolutely amazing. ❤️
A joy to read. Thank you for sharing.