Poem by me
It was a chilly winters night
and frost was glittering on the ground
the evening stars were twinkling bright
and from the gloomy plain around
came no sound
Then there within the wood girt tower
the church bell slowly struck the hour
as if that all of human birth
had risen too the final day
and soaring from the worn out earth
were called in hurry and dismay
so far away
and I alone of all mankind
was left in lonliness behind
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