“The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.”
Quote by Robert Bridges
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Garland of New Poetry
This book features a selection of modern poetry that delves into a wide range of subjects and artistic expressions, showcasing the richness and variety of contemporary poetic forms. more
