To The Deceased Poetess
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O the skies & trees & flowers still need
The tender gaze of her curious eyes!
Yet she is no longer there. Alas, she
Has departed earth and cannot reply.
All the colour and beauty that she gave
To small obscure things is all that remains
Of her. In scattered roses, and paths grey,
And off the beaten track, still wet with rain
I perceive her spirit: so warm, child- like
And playful. It is radiant and white.
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