By: Robert Anderson
the brume that stills amid the frosty fill
and cloaked my view to reach whom i think of
above the marsh denied my hope until
i cried more of my sweet immortal love
she beckoned me, thus my grit was unfrayed
while ever bounded to bring forth each breath
and as i thought more with my heart, it stayed
and oh, relinquished my own soul from death
yet overwhelming fate became my own
in sense i could not make it through the ridge
'til my endeared belovéd was alone
in brokenheartedness among a bridge
"forgive me, love" i whispered as i died
just as she wept for all we left untied

Robert Anderson

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Posted by V. Mahfood - 2011
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