There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and…… Read more “There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods”
Tag: Poems
This Buried Life
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless sadness o’er me roll. Yes, yes, we…… Read more “This Buried Life”
Apanache 
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