By: Ardis E. Parshall - August 14, 2018 Reflections By Rose Lee Bond What do you think I did last night?I lighted a lamp, and there in its lightI saw your face as it used to shine,Two loving eyes looked again into mine. While in this dream the flame burned low;As it flickered and died, you seemed to goBack into the twilight, from whence you had come,Leaving me breathless, and glowing, and young. (1950) ...
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