They are gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear
It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast
Like stars upon some gloomy grove,
Or those faint beams in which the hill is dressed
After the suns remove.
'Henry Vaughan 1622-1695'
Created with love by Angie for Michele
17th May 2000
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