The Fallen Spire [A Flemish Village] (Herbert Ashley Asquith Poems)
THE spire is gone, that slept for centuries, Mirrored among the lilies, calm and low:And now the water holds but empty ...
THE spire is gone, that slept for centuries, Mirrored among the lilies, calm and low:And now the water holds but empty ...
A ship sails up to Bideford;Upon a western breeze,Mast by mast, sail over sail,She rises from the seas,And sights the ...
SHE lay beneath an apple tree, A marble maiden, free from care;And round her was a canopy Of moonlit air.He made his ...
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