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SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Poet Analysis

Last Line: Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow
Subject(s): MORTALITY;

Soon our friends'perish.
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken''"goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.



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