Poems by Lennox Amott

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Ah, hast thou gone from him whose breast
Alone in my chamber, forsaken, unsought,
Bright scenes must all depart as they've departed,
O slumber on, untaught to feel
My beauty lives in a cottage grey by a gentle river's mouth,
I saw on a hedge that was flourishing by
There are moments we can look to, we can cherish in the past,
We were friends, and the warmest of friends, he and I,
Thou'rt gone like the meteor that blazed in the sky,
There's a face that beclouds like a shadow my pathway at morn and eve,
The eve is still and silent and above the tinted plain
When the twilight shadows deepen and the far-off lands are dim,