Good friend of mine, you feel with me-
Your blood grows hot by sympathy
With something that I say or do;
Then speak-I want a word from you.
Let not the silence wrap you round
While you are living over-ground.
They say that earthly years are few;
Then speak-I want a word from you.
Perhaps I pass you in the street,
And when our eyes a moment meet,
I wonder are you wishing too;
Then speak-I want a word from you.
Are you, too, longing for a sign,
Yet fear to stretch a hand for mine?
What other am I writing to?
Then speak-I want a word from you.
Some way our thoughts together run,
Since both lift brow toward the sun
Beneath the self-same vault of blue;
Then speak-I want a word from you.
Open Speech
John Le Gay Brereton
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Poem topics: fear, feel, friend, silence, sun, sympathy, together, blue, good, moment, street, vault, beneath, speak, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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