The Witch (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
HER hair was gold and warm it lay Upon the pallor of her brow;Her eyes were deep, aye, deep and gray-- And ...
HER hair was gold and warm it lay Upon the pallor of her brow;Her eyes were deep, aye, deep and gray-- And ...
THE highways and the byways, the kind sky folding all,And never a care to drag me back and never a ...
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