The Weaver (Eva Gore-Booth Poems)
I was the child that passed long hours away Chopping red beetroot in the hay-piled barn; Now must I spend ...
I was the child that passed long hours away Chopping red beetroot in the hay-piled barn; Now must I spend ...
All night I stumble through the fields of light, And chase in dreams the starry rays divine That shine through ...
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