The City Of Fear (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
Ere the last light that leaps the night has hung and shone and died,While yet the breast-high fog of dawn ...
I am only a cog in a giant machine, a link of an endless chain: —And the rounds are drawn, ...
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