A Drought Idyll (George Essex Evans Poems)
It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,You might search for grass with a microscope, ...
It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,You might search for grass with a microscope, ...
Now that the gods are dead-where shall we find us a god?Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the ...
All things are Hers. Concealed or manifest, Found or unfound, Her Spirit lives in each-Dumb till the Master-Soul its ...
WIDE are the plains-the plains that stretch to the west An ocean of trackless waste, untrodden and rude,Where an ...
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