The greyer the storm light folds
What temperance cruel smile brakes
From the bars of the raging sea;
Where wave on salt corrosive wave
Once purged loves sweetest melody.
But age and faith are truer friends
Than youth in all her guise;
That's why lover's can allure, amends
From all their cold deceits
Because the greyer the storm light folds
The deeper and brighter love burns
In her autumn coals...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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