tirsdag 29. juli 2014

As I wandered past each alleyway I saw her in the fading day. She stood beyond the shadow. alone in the street-lamp's light: Ah, ah, for a...


I still can call to mind
The vision of that blind
Sorrow and the terrible tears
In her eyes, and still they sting
Like a guitar whose grieving string.


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