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 ...
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 ...
We sat entwined an hour or two together(how long I knew not) underneath pine-treesthat rustled ever in the soft spring ...
THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem'd they to ...
An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream: the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve, distantly musical, vaporously agleam, ...
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