Near The White Ledge, Sandwich, N. H. (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
What hard, bright Spirit sits beyond the stars,On what high seat beyond the round of space?With what benignant, what pernicious ...
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