The sunsets fall and the sunsets fade, <br />But still I walk this shadowy land; <br />And grapple the dark and only the dark <br />In my search for a loving hand. <br /> <br />For it's here a still, deep woodland lies, <br />With spurs of pine and sheaves of fern; <br />But I wander wild, and wail like a child <br />For a face that will never return! <br /> <br />And it's here a mighty water flows, <br />With drifts of wind and wimpled waves; <br />But the darling head of a dear one dead <br />Is hidden beneath its caves.<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-10/
