The Going Out Of The Tide (Helen Gray Cone Poems)
The eastern heaven was all faint amethyst,Whereon the moon hung dreaming in the mist;To north yet drifted one long delicate ...
The eastern heaven was all faint amethyst,Whereon the moon hung dreaming in the mist;To north yet drifted one long delicate ...
Brave racer, who hast sped the living lightWith throat outstretched and every nerve a-strain,Now on thy left hand labors gray-faced ...
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