The sunsets fall and the sunsets fade,
But still I walk this shadowy land;
And grapple the dark and only the dark
In my search for a loving hand.
For it's here a still, deep woodland lies,
With spurs of pine and sheaves of fern;
But I wander wild, and wail like a child
For a face that will never return!
And it's here a mighty water flows,
With drifts of wind and wimpled waves;
But the darling head of a dear one dead
Is hidden beneath its caves.
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Henry Kendall
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Poem topics: child, never, walk, water, wind, dear, hidden, head, wild, deep, face, return, beneath, dark, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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