Frederick Philip Grove
LANDSCAPES
(IM 16-28)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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THE DUNES [18] by Frederick Philip Grove Come, let me sit behind this wind-built dune And look upon the slumbering lagoon. This is my life's belated afternoon; Now can I sit and silently commune With her who left me, ah, too soon, too soon, And trace her name in sand with cryptic rune. Who gave her to me as life's crowning boon? I was the accompaniment; she was the tune; I was night-fall; she was the day's high noon; I was November; she, the rose-blown June! Ah, that she left me so, too soon, too soon! It seems she lived with me but one short moon. In Memoriam 20