Ode To The Setting Sun – Prelude (Francis Thompson Poems)
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin ...
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin ...
I walk, I only,Not I only wake;Nothing is, this sweet night,But doth couch and wakeFor its love's sake;Everything, this sweet ...
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