Here in the shade of the tree
The hours go by
Silent and swift,
Lightly as birds fly.
Then the deep clouds broaden and drift,
Or the cloudless darkness and the worn moon.
Waking, the dreamer knows he is old,
And the day that he dreamed was gone
Is gone.
The Unthrift
John Freeman
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Poem topics: moon, tree, deep, shade, silent, swift, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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