A Gallop of Fire (Marie E J Pitt Poems)
When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek coursesAnd revels with harsh, hot sand,I loose the horses, the wild ...
When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek coursesAnd revels with harsh, hot sand,I loose the horses, the wild ...
NOT Beelzebub, but white archangel, I Turn the dim glass and shift the sands again, And touch the eyelids of ...
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