Shadow Faces
William Haskell Simpson
An old and almost forgotten album,
Housing faded pictures.
Turning again its pages
And looking at those shadow faces—
Suddenly, I know,
As if a low voice had spoken,
That youth has departed,
Broken-hearted.
An old and almost forgotten album,
Housing faded pictures.
Turning again its pages
And looking at those shadow faces—
Suddenly, I know,
As if a low voice had spoken,
That youth has departed,
Broken-hearted.
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