Glaucus (John Gneisenau Neihardt Poems)
GLAUCUS, the fisher, sat his tossing craft:The sun was dying on the Roman lake,And, save where Day, departing, grimly laughed,The ...
GLAUCUS, the fisher, sat his tossing craft:The sun was dying on the Roman lake,And, save where Day, departing, grimly laughed,The ...
BROTHER, Brother calling meLike a distant surfy sea,Like a wind that moans and grievesAll night long about the eaves;Let me ...
OVER the steep cloud-cragsThe marching Day went down —Bickering spears and flags,Slant in a wind of Doom!Blear in the huddled ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories