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Now is the time of tears and sighs
(Roam, sad heart, roam.)
When dark rains fall and loud winds rise,
And grief lives in the lips and eyes.
Beauty has faded from the skies.
The honey-bee 's gone home.
Wan flowers, your happy life is spent.
(Roam, sad heart, roam.)
Far is the wing that o'er you went
With hum of brooding deep content,
Feeding your souls with song and scent.
The honey-bee's gone home.
What life shal......
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These are early poems of mine, written beginning as a boy around age eleven, during my teens as a high school and college freshman and sophomore, and a few written in my early twenties.
The Toast
by Michael R. Burch
For longings warmed by tepid suns
(brief lusts that animated clay),
for passions wilted at the bud
and skies grown desolate and grey,
for stars that fell from t...
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