The Tyrant (Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Poems)
ONE comes with foot insistent to my door, Calling my name;Nor voice nor footstep have I heard before,Yet clear the calling ...
ONE comes with foot insistent to my door, Calling my name;Nor voice nor footstep have I heard before,Yet clear the calling ...
THE ladye's bower faced the sea,Its casements framed a sea-born day.She saw the fishers sail away, And, far and high, The gulls ...
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 ...
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