Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
To the DeadWilliam Bell Scott (18111890)
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Still shining, is my hair not touch’d with grey?
But evening draweth nigh, I pass the door,
And see thee walking on the dim-lit shore.
Of Lethe waiting there. O do not drink,
Drink not, forget not, wait a little while,
I shall be with thee; we again may smile.