Rhapsody on a Windy Night, by T. S. Eliot
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the stree...
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the stree...
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
Sit and watch b...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...
In the bright sunny days of halcyon youth,
Wh...
From The Zig Zag Woman (Two Ravens Press) She ...