Color (Cullen)/On Going
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On Going
(For Willard Johnson)
A GRAVE is all too weak a thing
To hold my fancy long;
I'll bear a blossom with the spring,
Or be a blackbird’s song,
To hold my fancy long;
I'll bear a blossom with the spring,
Or be a blackbird’s song,
I think that I shall fade with ease,
Melt into earth like snow,
Be food for hungry, growing trees,
Or help the lilies blow.
Melt into earth like snow,
Be food for hungry, growing trees,
Or help the lilies blow.
And if my love should lonely walk,
Quite of my nearness fain,
I may come back to her, and talk
In liquid words of rain.
Quite of my nearness fain,
I may come back to her, and talk
In liquid words of rain.