A memory
Language: English 
Somehow I fell that Thou art near,
Though there is naught around;
Somehow I hear Thy soft sweet voice,
Though there is not a sound;
Someho I feel Thine eyes resting on mine,
Though looking, nought do I see;
Somehow I feel the tought of Thy hand:
Ah! 'Tis but a memory!

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 52