Wollongong (Henry Kendall Poems)
Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the timeWhen we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's ...
Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the timeWhen we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's ...
On the black road through the wood As I rode,There the Headless Horseman stood;By the wild pool in the wood, As I ...
The silver horn of the advancing tide Had ploughed its highest furrow in the sand, And was retiring. Noon, with ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories