Vigil

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

Dark is the night,
The fire burns faint and low,
Hours--days--years,
Into grey ashes go;
I strive to read,
But sombre is the glow.

Thumbed are the pages,
And the print is small;
Mocking the winds
That from the darkness call;
Feeble the fire that lends
Its light withal.

O ghost, draw nearer;
Let thy shadowy hair,
Blot out the pages
That we cannot share;
Be ours the one last leaf
By Fate left bare!

Let's Finis scrawl,
And then Life's book put by;
Turn each to each
In all simplicity:
Ere the last flame is gone
To warm us by.

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

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