Alas! Poor heart

Stripes of shade between the shutters

Watch as they depart

And listen as the morning utters 

Woeful eternity does the dawn impart

The sickened walls crawl with age

Striped carnations dash the floor

So in solitude there must be rage

Black hearts grieve forever more

And was a life so young to be tossed asunder

A poppy for every lover? 

But the one in waiting only weeps 

For her carnations in silent wonder

The End

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