famous poetry

woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
see i give myself to you
winged shadows sweeping by
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
my sorrow, when she's here with me
night is dark, and the winter winds
the air is full of dawn and spring
my mother taught me that every night
did you ever hear of
one sweetly solemn thought
they may talk of love in a cottage
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break