The Crumbling Mound (R S Ward Poems)
Speak, crumbling mound, and tell to all the wood,How that beneath these weeds whereon I stray,A dark-roofed feasting hall of ...
Speak, crumbling mound, and tell to all the wood,How that beneath these weeds whereon I stray,A dark-roofed feasting hall of ...
They stirI cool her in winterA second so gilded that the bit goesFrom my gold thigh I thirsts for her, stirring, from my ...
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