Remembrance
In the wind and the rain I think of you
And in the sunlight, smiling.
By the sea with her joyous whispers,
On the plain with her swells of gold,
With never a touch of sorrow
But a trace of saddened joy.
When the grapes grow round in the summer
And fall in the languorous heat,
When the leaves are gold and fragile
When the wind is brushing the wheat.
And in the hour of dawning
You rise in me with the sun
And fill me with your presence
Till, when each day is done
You slip away in shadows
To join the glowing night,
And leave me in quiet darkness
With the memory of your light.
By Rachel McMillen
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