The Departed Friend      
 
How many hours had snow blown
	  In at the unattended window
	  Snowing in to no more be snow,
To flood the floor like thoughts none own.

An echo came beyond the fall
	  Of welcome foot or voice gone now;
	  I followed soft to the night lawn
--The street was empty, and the long hall.

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Gregg Glory