Here you will find the Poem Memory of poet Leon Gellert
The tangled twilight of your hair Blew soft against my face, Ah! We were young and you were fair, This was the time And this the place. The river wound its way along Beside yon almond tree; And ever its evening song It sang to you; It sang to me. To-night they told me you were dead, And watched for me to weep. `I?ll sit beside this stream.? I said `I?ll dream awhile, and then ? I?ll sleep.?
