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LAMENT by JOHN RICHARD MORELAND

First Line: O YESTERDAY HER HANDS WERE WHITE
Last Line: THE MUSIC OF HER VOICE IS GONE.
Subject(s): DEATH; LAMENT; DEAD, THE;
O yesterday her hands were white
As butterflies among the bright
Red zennias in her garden-plot:
Today her hands are just as white,
But all their motion is forgot.

O yesterday the velvet hue
Of her dear eyes was clear and blue
As seas where slender palm trees grow:
Today her eyes are just as blue,
But like dark violets under snow.

O yesterday her voice to me
Was gold and silver melody
Of bells that tinkled on and on:
Today I wait expectantly --
The music of her voice is gone.



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