The Midlands (John Drinkwater Poems)
Black in the summer night my Cotwold hillAslant my window sleeps, beneath a skyDeep as the bedded violets that fillMarch ...
Black in the summer night my Cotwold hillAslant my window sleeps, beneath a skyDeep as the bedded violets that fillMarch ...
Bolt and bar the shutter, For the foul winds blow: Our minds are at their best this night, And I ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
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