Faithless

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Title:     Faithless
Author: Walter De la Mare [More Titles by De la Mare]

The words you said grow faint;
The lamps you lit burn dim;
Yet, still be near your faithless friend
To urge and counsel him.

Still with returning feet
To where life's shadows brood,
With steadfast eyes made clear in death
Haunt his vague solitude.

So he, beguiled with earth,
Yet with its vain things vexed,
Keep even to his own heart unknown
Your memory unperplexed.

[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: Faithless

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