White Nassau (Bliss Carman Poem)
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
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