1897 (Christopher John Brennan Poems)
Deep in my hidden country stands a peak,and none hath known its nameand none, save I, hath even skill to ...
Deep in my hidden country stands a peak,and none hath known its nameand none, save I, hath even skill to ...
Deep mists of longing blur the landas in your late October eve:almost I think your hand might leaveits old caress ...
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