Deprecation (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
Low, I listen in my graveFor the silence soon to beWhen a slow-receding wave,Hushed, is memory.Now the falling of a ...
Low, I listen in my graveFor the silence soon to beWhen a slow-receding wave,Hushed, is memory.Now the falling of a ...
'Twas night-bright beamed the silver moon,And all the stars were dim;The widow heard within the dellSweet voices of a hymn,As ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
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