As I watch West, from my Waltham home,
There is a lifting mist, a warm fog rising
Over Connecticut’s ridges and hills,
A pillow cloud, now a beard, under
The parting blue sky’s two eyes,
Having waited too long to reunite, I see
Your face, serene, whom I can no longer touch,
My childhood friend,
Farewell,
May our Earthly tears bear credit
For God in Heavens’ Gain
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