For Rocky

Yes, thou art gone! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;
But I may pass the old church door,
Pace the floor that covers thee.
May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that frozen lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.
Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been...

(A.Bronte)

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