A Dead March (William Cosmo Monkhouse Poems)
PLAY me a march, low-ton'd and slow-a march for a silent tread,Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams ...
PLAY me a march, low-ton'd and slow-a march for a silent tread,Fit for the wandering feet of one who dreams ...
WHO remains in London,In the streets with me,Now that Spring is blowingWarm winds from the sea;Now that trees grow green ...
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