The Crumbling Mound (R S Ward Poems)
Speak, crumbling mound, and tell to all the wood,How that beneath these weeds whereon I stray,A dark-roofed feasting hall of ...
Speak, crumbling mound, and tell to all the wood,How that beneath these weeds whereon I stray,A dark-roofed feasting hall of ...
I heard a voice both soft and sweet,Whilst on my couch I lay reclined,It called on me to rise and ...
Alone to the nursery crept I one night-The fire rose and fell with a flickering light;Outside the wind thundered and ...
Wait — For the Wood is dark,Man cannot leave his markLost in that Forest of sinuous Ways,Hear the Wind blustering,Forces ...
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