Despair

by In All Our Years

“a poem by Eleonora”

We can but say the soul is gone;
It wandered, lost,
away,
With dismal cry it hovered o’er
The cloudy, moving day.

A people shuts its eyes in sleep
And dreams the long life through;
O Soul, if thou be lost and gone,
Come not too late anew!

Poetry by Eleonora