In Time Of Sickness

A poem by Robert Fuller Murray

Lost Youth, come back again!
Laugh at weariness and pain.
Come not in dreams, but come in truth,
Lost Youth.

Sweetheart of long ago,
Why do you haunt me so?
Were you not glad to part,

Still Death, that draws so near,
Is it hope you bring, or fear?
Is it only ease of breath,
Still Death?

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