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              Faded Away 
              David William Paley
              
  
              The love that shone in full desire 
              Sank beyond the distant shore  
              And skies glowed red, remembered fire 
              That blazed awhile 'till seen no more. 
              Another land will see the dawn, 
              Another bud will bloom instead 
              With an embrace that was withdrawn 
              From paths that, now, alone, I tread.
              
  
              That soft hint of winter's cloud 
              Seized my soul in blackest night, 
              Covered all with graveyard shroud 
              To leave forever a life of blight. 
              A vow, a wisp, a breath of air 
              No longer here but far away 
              Lost in stillness, gone elsewhere 
              To worlds apart where spirits play.
              
  
              Those days that, once, were ours 
              Depart for death's dark vale 
              To leave a life with neither flowers 
              Nor the sound of nightingale. 
              Thus, the dark around me sighs 
              Without the gift of love's reward 
              But floods with light from gleaming eyes 
              Still locked within my memory's hoard.
              
  
              The trees that weep across the stream 
              Shed their tears in private grief  
              And turn their backs on howling storm 
              To seek in vain some slight relief. 
              The branches bend against the moan 
              Of sorrows for a love now flown 
              Carried off to a place unknown 
              To live apart where fate has blown.
              
  
              Let winds abate, let Time replay, 
              Bring back the hours of yesterday; 
              Retrieve the blossom from decay 
              And wave again the buds of May. 
              Let the blast of trumpets sound 
              That I might hear the hills around 
              Echo with the songs we heard 
              Where now is but the silent word.
              
  
              Farewell to years that passed in flashes, 
              Farewell to what was known so well 
              And also life that ends in ashes 
              Compelled to yield to nature's spell. 
              How short that part of briefest time  
              Through which our race was run! 
              How quick the bells that loudly chime 
              To sound their knells when day is done!
              
  
              Those souls who can no longer ring 
              Drift through darkness into mist 
              Far beyond their happy spring 
              Where they enjoyed their loving tryst.  
              Mere shadows that we cannot see 
              Become our muse of silent prayer 
              As they obey the last decree  
              And join the vapours in the air.
              
  
               © David William Paley 
               
              
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