The Dwellings Of Our Dead. (Arthur Henry Adams Poems)
THEY lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace ...
THEY lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . .It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and fallsDown golden-windowed ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . .It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and fallsDown golden-windowed ...
Along the waste, a great way off, the pines,Like tall slim priests of storm, stand up and barThe low long ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
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