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Gone (the Heavens Look Down With Chilly Frown) Post by :Huwtest Category :Poems Author :Margaret Moran D. Mcdougall Date :November 2011 Read :3833

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Gone (the Heavens Look Down With Chilly Frown)

The heavens look down with chilly frown,
The sun blinks oot wi' watery e'e,
The drift flies fast upon the blast,
The naked trees moan shiveringly.

The sun is gone, by mists withdrawn,
Muffling his head in snow-clouds grey,
The earth turns white, against the night,
The laden winds drive furiously.

The flowers are slain that graced the plain,
The earth is locked wi' bitter frost;
And my heart cries to stormy skies
After the dreary loved and lost.

The spring will come, the flowers will bloom,
The leaves in beauty clothe the tree,
But never more, oh, never more,
Will my lost darling come to me.

Beyond the skies her happy eyes
Look fearlessly in eyes Divine;
The bitter smart, the hungry heart,
Waiting with empty arms, is mine.

(The end)
Margaret Moran D. McDougall's poem: Gone (The heavens look down with chilly frown)

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