The Crocus Bed (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
YELLOW as the noonday sun,Purple as a day that's done,White as mist that lingers paleOn the edge of morning's veil,Delicate ...
YELLOW as the noonday sun,Purple as a day that's done,White as mist that lingers paleOn the edge of morning's veil,Delicate ...
ON what long tidesDo you drift to my fire,You waifs of strange waters?From what far seas,What murmurous sands,What desolate beaches--Flotsam ...
HE trod upon the heights; the rarer airWhich common people seek, yet cannot bear,Fed his high soul and kindled in ...
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