The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
HARK! Young Democracy from sleep Our careless sentries raps: A backwash from the Future's deep Our Evil's foreland laps. Unknown, ...
THE SUNNY rounds of Earth contain An obverse to its Day, Our fertile Vagrancy's domain, Wan Proletaria. From pole to ...
Enlaced with gardened jewelryMy basking villas nestWhere sifted sunshine soothes the eyeAnd cosy hillocks rest.Convention's fronds here screen from viewImmodest ...
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