Lost Opportunities
Sweet songs, half whispering to me in the solitude
Of sweeter melody they might have sung,
And phantom flowers that scent for me the leafy wood
With wraiths of the perfume they might have flung.
Sweet faces smiling dimly through the shadowy light,
Ghosts of the full perfection that had shown,
Had not the sun gone down ere it was night,
Leaving but shadows of the unfulfilled, alone.
Of sweeter melody they might have sung,
And phantom flowers that scent for me the leafy wood
With wraiths of the perfume they might have flung.
Sweet faces smiling dimly through the shadowy light,
Ghosts of the full perfection that had shown,
Had not the sun gone down ere it was night,
Leaving but shadows of the unfulfilled, alone.
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