AT EVENTIDE
Letitia Stockett
I
shall light the candle,
You will play for me
In the winter twilight
A quiet melody.
Let there be no sorrow
In your song, or tears,
Let all grief be ended,
All the iron years.
Set our love to music,
Like a rose in June,
All the summer’s beauty
In one slender tune.
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