The tangled twilight of your hair <br />Blew soft against my face, <br />Ah! We were young and you were fair, <br />This was the time <br />And this the place. <br /> <br />The river wound its way along <br />Beside yon almond tree; <br />And ever its evening song <br />It sang to you; <br />It sang to me. <br /> <br />To-night they told me you were dead, <br />And watched for me to weep. <br />‘I’ll sit beside this stream.’ I said <br />‘I’ll dream awhile, <br />and then – I’ll sleep.’<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-124/
