Cold, damp, and whispering,
The wondering woods talk of-
What was once talked aboutt
A promise, a vow of love?
He met her there and she-
delighted in his prescence,
Hands held embraced in moonlight,
With intentions of warm essence.
A light descendng from above,
That dimmed upon distance,
Beheld on hearts astray,
A different form of radiance.
And they departed,
And they went away,
The sorrowful songs of comfort,
All forgotten from that day.
It may be sincere yet unspoken,
The season and souls that were one-
The truth they had never dared,
Mourned for a vow that was none.
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