The dying need but little, dear,– Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret, And certainly that one No color in the rainbow Perceives when you are gone. Related posts: Promise This-When You be Dying Is it true, dear Sue? To know just how He suffered-would be dear ‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so suprusr Published in Poems
