Anne’s Book (Mary Webb Poems)
And so, Anne Everard, in those leafy JunesLong withered; in those ancient, dark Decembers,Deep in the drift of time, haunted ...
And so, Anne Everard, in those leafy JunesLong withered; in those ancient, dark Decembers,Deep in the drift of time, haunted ...
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