Fluttered Wings (Christina Rossetti Poems)
The splendour of the kindling day, The splendor of the setting sun, These move my soul to wend its way, ...
The splendour of the kindling day, The splendor of the setting sun, These move my soul to wend its way, ...
It is a land with neither night nor day, Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain, Nor hills ...
There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood, And blood's a bar I cannot pass. ...
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