Walled Out (Jane Barlow Poems)
An' wanst we were restin' a bit in the sun on the smooth hillside, Where the grass felt warm to your ...
An' wanst we were restin' a bit in the sun on the smooth hillside, Where the grass felt warm to your ...
On an apple-ripe September morningThrough the mist-chill fields I wentWith a pitch-fork on my shoulderLess for use than for devilment.The ...
We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here ...
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