They hath carried thee hence, and i did beg f'r thee to stayeth.
I asketh myself anon, whither has't thee gone most faithful familiar?
Art thee running in the most wondrous fields?
Art thee with thy brother? reunit'd at last?
Art thee high-lone 'r afeard in thy new ordinary?
Prithee most gentle companion, i beesch thee answer me this.
Shall i see thee again?
Shall thee greet me, 'r fleer me?
Only time shall bid.
Recall these words most noble creature
my most humble apology i did miss thy departure of this ordinary
However, in life, thy spot at each moment stays warm, despite the fact thou art gone
Prithee doth not hold resentment, i love thee the most, from anon until death.
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Book Of Poems
PoetryThis is created to house a collection of poems. I will try to update regularly. All Poems are original.