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 ...
O tame heart, and why are you weary and cannot rest? here is the hearth with its glow and the ...
What is there with you and me, that I may not forget but your white shapes come crowding noiselessly in ...
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