The Old Garden (Arthur John Arbuthnott Stringer Poems)
WHERE the dim paths wind and creep Down past dark and ghostly landsLost this many a year in sleep, Still ...
WHERE the dim paths wind and creep Down past dark and ghostly landsLost this many a year in sleep, Still ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
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