Hush
Hush down like fallen leaves
quiet whispers passing through these eaves
I dare not know what passes by
in the night when all is silent but tearful sigh
Silence from a dew-tipped morn
the passing night still lingers to mourn
but even as the fading moon does die
I still whisper to her under faint sigh
What was then is nothing more
out went love after passionate chore
though I see her still at night
a sigh is all I heave at love's first sight
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