Night in Camp (Herbert Bashford Poems)
FIERCE burns our fire of driftwood; overheadGaunt maples lift arms against the night;The stars are sobbing,-sorrow-shaken, white,And high they hang, ...
FIERCE burns our fire of driftwood; overheadGaunt maples lift arms against the night;The stars are sobbing,-sorrow-shaken, white,And high they hang, ...
Can I forget that glorious autumn night,So full of joyous pain, when you and IStood on the shore beneath a ...
A ceaseless rover, waif of many climes,He scorns the tempest, greets the lifting sunWith wings that fling the light and ...
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