I wander in the wild-wood
where Leap, my dog, would play;
rest upon some grassy bank
where I with Megan lay.
Time you thief who stole my life,
the years go like a day.
Leap lies beneath the laurel,
my Megan went away.
Copyright © Charlie Gregory | Year Posted 2017
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