The dying need but little, dear

January 24, 2009 in Poems, Time and Eternity | No comments

The dying need but little, dearThe dying need but little, dear, –
A glass of water’s all,
A flower’s unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.

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