A Song
As the Wind, and as the Wind,
In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
In a grave, an endless play-
So my Heart, and so my Heart,
Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
But you see not. You pass on.
The Dance
Rupert Brooke
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Poem topics: dance, song, play, corner, endless, grave, dust, heart, wind, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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