The Glen Of Silence (Hugh MacDiarmid Poems)
By this cold shuddering fit of fearMy heart divines a presence here,Goddess or ghost yclept;Wrecker of homes . . .Where ...
By this cold shuddering fit of fearMy heart divines a presence here,Goddess or ghost yclept;Wrecker of homes . . .Where ...
Under the sea, which is their sky, they rise To watery altitudes as vast as those ...
Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires; And where go forth at morn, ...
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