Ballad of Dead Friends (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
As we the withered ferns By the roadway lying, Time, the jester, spurns All our prayers and prying -- All ...
As we the withered ferns By the roadway lying, Time, the jester, spurns All our prayers and prying -- All ...
Slowly I smoke and hug my knee, The while a witless masquerade Of things that only children see Floats in ...
Once, when I wandered in the woods alone, An old man tottered up to me and said, "Come, friend, and ...
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