The Moat House (Edith Nesbit Poems)
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
MY beautiful beech, your smooth grey coat is trimmedWith letters. Once, each stood for all things dearTo foolish lovers, dead ...
NEVER a ring or a lock of hair Or a letter stained with tears, No crown for the ...
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