Bleak, barren, she waits.Waits beneath the virgin spread.
Cold, unfeeling,
Longing for the days gone by
When she was the admired one,
When people thronged to catch a glimpse
Of her as, wrapped in sunshine, she
Played hostess to the world.
How still, how quiet, now alone
She waits in silence.
No crowds to cheer,
No admiring murmurs from the shore;
Just one who walks by disconnected,
Lost in thoughts of other days
When summer reigned.
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