By Anne Ring LaJolla Branch, California Why On that evening in July As twilight cast its spell all over London And ticking, clicking hands of time were stilled Why Were there no throbbing songs of nightingales Piercing the clear air And why Were you not there? As slowly night came sauntering by Stealing twilight from the sky Blazing brilliant stars gazed down Summers bright celestial crown! Still no nightingale was heard And from your lips there was no word Why Were you not there? I watched the lovers in the square Whisper together pair by pair Why Were you not there? I knew again our quiet stroll, And felt the anguish in my soul! ...
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