Dark, Dismal Day--The First Of Many Such!

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Title:     Dark, Dismal Day--The First Of Many Such!
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

Dark, dismal day--the first of many such!
The wind is sighing through the plaintive trees,
In fitful gusts of a half-frenzied woe;
Affrighted clouds the hand might almost touch,
Their black wings bend so mournfully and low,
Sweep through the skies like night-winds o'er the seas.
There is no chirp of bird through all the grove,
Save that of the young fledgeling rudely flung
From its warm nest; and like the clouds above
My soul is dark, and restless as the breeze
That leaps and dances over Couchiching.
Soon will the last duett be sweetly sung;
But through the years to come our hearts will ring
With memories, as dear as time and love can bring.

[The end]
Charles Sangster's poem: Dark, Dismal Day--The First Of Many Such!

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