Poem of the day

Deep in the Valley
by Dinah Craik (1826-1877)

Deep in the valley, afar from every beholder,
⁠         In the May morning my true love came to me:
Silent we sate, her head upon my shoulder;
⁠         Fondly we dreamed of the days about to be:
⁠         Fondly we dreamed of the days so soon to be.

Deep in the valley, the rain falls colder and colder:
⁠         Safely she sleeps beneath the churchyard tree:
Yet still I feel her head upon my shoulder,
⁠         Yet still I dream of the days that could not be:
⁠         Yet still I weep o’er the days that will not be.

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