By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 05, 2018 The Passerby, a Friend of Mine By A.C.A. Dean Hewer, Hobart, Tasmania The passerby is a friend of mine,For I am alone today.Sitting my window-sill besideI watch him go with swinging stride,And firm-set feet, in manhood’s pride,And I like his suit of grey. The passerby is a friend of mine,And I feel alone no more;For the maiden fair in rose-strewn gown,And lovely hair-plait hanging down,Tied with a...
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