Absence (William Lisle Bowles Poems)
There is strange music in the stirring wind,When lowers the autumnal eve, and all aloneTo the dark wood's cold covert ...
There is strange music in the stirring wind,When lowers the autumnal eve, and all aloneTo the dark wood's cold covert ...
AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear Far o'er the wave, ...
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