Memories of an Old Man in Exile
Who can bring me back the scent That was riding on the breeze By a fountain far away On an …
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Church Bells Tolling
At every hour and more, from East and West And North and South and every in-between, From livid London’s every …
The Loss of a Sailing Ship
Forlorn, the creaks that sounded in the night, across the stillness of the ocean’s voice in protestation of Poseidon’s mood, …
Orion’s Star
I’ve chased a comet through magenta skies, delighting in its citrus-flaming course. No hill would hamper where it went or …