IN TENEBRIS - Francis Burdett Money-Coutts Poems


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        Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
        Twice no one dies.

        Flower-petals flee;
But, since it once hath been,
No more that severing scene
        Can harrow me.

        Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost's black length:
        Strength long since fled!

        Leaves freeze to dun;
But friends can not turn cold
This season as of old
        For him with none.

        Tempests may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
        Who no heart hath.

        Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past doubtings all,
        Waits in unhope.