When you and I, like all things kind or cruel,
The garnered days and light evasive hours,
Are gone again to be a part of flowers
And tears and tides, in life's divine renewal,
If some grey eve to certain eyes should wear
A deeper radiance than mere light can give,
Some silent page abruptly flush and live,
May it not be that you and I are there?
Survival
Edith Wharton
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Poem topics: life, silent, divine, live, light, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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