In The Dark City (John Hall Wheelock Poems)
There is a harper playsThrough the long watches of the lonely nightWhen, like a cemetery,Sleeps the dark city, with her ...
There is a harper playsThrough the long watches of the lonely nightWhen, like a cemetery,Sleeps the dark city, with her ...
Here in my curving hands I cupThis quiet dust; I lift it up.Here is the mother of all thought;Of this ...
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