Poems by Lennox Amott

Ah, hast thou gone from him whose breast

Alone in my chamber, forsaken, unsought,

Bright scenes must all depart as they've departed,

I.

O slumber on, untaught to feel

I.

I.

I.

My beauty lives in a cottage grey by a gentle river's mouth,

I saw on a hedge that was flourishing by

There are moments we can look to, we can cherish in the past,

We were friends, and the warmest of friends, he and I,

Thou'rt gone like the meteor that blazed in the sky,

There's a face that beclouds like a shadow my pathway at morn and eve,

The eve is still and silent and above the tinted plain

When the twilight shadows deepen and the far-off lands are dim,