The Undying (John Freeman Poems)
In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go bySmall on green fields beneath the hueless sky.They do not stay for question, ...
In thin clear light unshadowed shapes go bySmall on green fields beneath the hueless sky.They do not stay for question, ...
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! ' And still the generations of the birds Sing through ...
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