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 ...
Where the poppy-banners flow in and out amongst the corn, spotless morn ever saw us come and go ...
I am shut out of mine own heartbecause my love is far from me,nor in the wonders have I partthat ...
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burnsstrong incense on the breathing fields of morn:lucid, intense, all colour towards it yearnsthat souls of ...
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