When my time is come (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
When my time is come to die, I would shun the decent gloom, Whispered word and weeping eye, Fitful hum of knowing fly Questing ...
When my time is come to die, I would shun the decent gloom, Whispered word and weeping eye, Fitful hum of knowing fly Questing ...
Swags up! and yet I turn upon the way. The yellow hill against a dapple sky, With tufts and clumps of thorn, ...
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