Epilogue: 1908 (Christopher Brennan Poems)
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
And shall the living waters heed our vain desire, insensate Art! and fill the common dust I knead upgather'd from ...
Black on the depths of blackest skies whence even the levin seems withdrawn, the cities threaten: burning eyes ask what ...
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