Ballad Of The Three Spectres (Ivor Gurney Poems)
As I went up by OvillersIn mud and water cold to the knee,There went three jeering, fleeing spectres,That walked abreast ...
As I went up by OvillersIn mud and water cold to the knee,There went three jeering, fleeing spectres,That walked abreast ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
There's a pathway through a forest in the Picardie I know, A port where girls haul up the boats with ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires ...
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