Charles Anthony Dickens Poems

There is an ending to all things; should I foresee my own?
To see the spot where I shall lie, the day that I expire and die.
Is someone there to comfort me or am I there alone?
That day that I lay down my head.
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There stands a wall, across my street
Not far away… ‘just several feet,
And everyday I sit and stare, upon this wall
It’s always there.
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She sat before me; eyes of blazing sapphire
And drew me to her soft and gentle ways
With ivory skin she led me to her temple
And promised me the nectar of her days.
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