modernism
1 rating since posting on Monday, April 18, 2005|
in New York
(submitted by
sigismundo
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This is one of his best. Guess who? Thy gracious ways O lady of my heart, have O'er all my thought a golden glamour cast, As torch flashes, where strange men-at-arms, Tread softly 'neath the damask shield of night, Rise from flowing steel in part reflected, So my mailed thought that with you goeth, Though dark the way, a golden glamour falleth. - sigismundo , posted 04/18/05 |
