Sad waif in mourning endless long ...
by Jennifer Butler
Friday, November 04, 2005
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Sad waif in mourning endless long
o’er distant love where host be gone
to seek a fortune not of thee
a parcel, or great revelry?
It matters not if he were great,
or if he small, yet heart’s grief ate,
for in you was a finer love,
a brimming cup, a landing dove,
an angel soft who knows no sin,
where passion hides for sake of man
who knows not pain until it comes
and then dispairs his lost safe home,
who knows not loss until it’s borne
to there address his guilt as your’n.
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|Reviewed by Jane Rodway
|This moves well- I think "Goodbye" might have meant the last line, but I think it works well and has a good flow- I really love your style. Excellent.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Very well done I detect traces of olde England in here as well as the Celtic spirit. Nice flowing adventure of romance.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Loved this poem, but I felt the meter was off a few times. I know about meter. I am the absolute worst. Loved this poem.|
|Reviewed by Constance Gotsch
|Very good. We've all lost in innocence. Good universality|
|Reviewed by Karen Cino
|Lovely write, written from your heart and soul. This is poetry at its finest.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Superb rhyme and meter, with heartfelt theme, in this splendid poem!
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