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 ...
PURPLE o'er the tree topsWild grapes sprawl;In the golden silenceFew birds call;Heavy laden SummerRipens toward the Fall.Weary with the seed ...
Distant as a dream's flight,Lay an eerie plain,Where the weary moonlightSwooned into a moan;Wailing after dead seedCame the ghost of ...
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