March meeting of the friends of E.D.

The strain -- the pain
Of pale souls who wear
Winding sheets of rain --
Bent under the turning year --

They have come so far
To hear her voice -- her Rose --
Balm upon her secret scar --
Warmed by all it knows --

Yet what comes forth --
Struggles! -- Grows! --
Till it -- is Final Strength
And we remain -- Echoes!


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The above: an obvious homage.