I Whisper A Verse
J Joyce Hemsley
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I kneel at your grave in the snow
and a lovely bouquet I bring you.
I whisper a verse, soft and low
and an evergreen love-song I sing you.
But as icicles dropp from your Stone,
I spurn the chill breezes that freeze you,
and as I walk away all on my own,
I pray that in dreams I may see you.
I repeat a very sweet comment
in praise of my poem...
'The warmth within your heart
melts the coldest ice, and brings
the summer winds of comfort'.
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