Youth In Memory (George Meredith Poems)
Days, when the ball of our visionHad eagles that flew unabashed to sun;When the grasp on the bow was decision,And ...
Days, when the ball of our visionHad eagles that flew unabashed to sun;When the grasp on the bow was decision,And ...
The sun's last light is in the sky,His last warm breath is on my brow, Dark shadows to the mountains ...
The scene was more beautiful far, to my eye,Than if day in its pride had array'd it;The land-breeze blew mild, ...
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