The Wanderer (Christopher Brennan Poems)
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I ...
Sweet days of breaking light,or yet the shadowy mightand blaze of starry strifepossess'd my life;sweet dawn of Beauty's day,first hint ...
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
Come out, come out, ye souls that serve, why will ye die? or will ye sit and stifle in your ...
Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death,beside its dying sacrificial fire;the dim world's middle-age of vain desireis strangely troubled, ...
An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream: the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve, distantly musical, vaporously agleam, ...
Spring breezes over the blue,now lightly frolicking in some tropic bay,go forth to meet her way,for here the spell hath ...
Deep mists of longing blur the land as in your late October eve: almost I think your hand might leave ...
A memory droops among the trees and grasses ponder a vanished trace: the dream that wanders on the breeze wafts ...
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