Publisher's Synopsis
Excerpt from The Lost Christmas, and Other Poems
OT with the rustle of strange wings, Not as an angel garmented; NO aureole shone round her head, She did not speak of heavenly things.
She came and stood beside my knee, Leaning upon it as of Old; Until my sorrow, fold on fold, Like an old garment fell from me.
The very frock she used to wear, The lace about her sweet, round wrist; The warm moist hand that I had kissed; The wayward trick of the bright hair.
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