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What can it mean? you ask. I answer not
For meaning, but myself must echo, What?
And tell it as I saw it on the spot.
— Nov 21, 2021 01:51AM
For meaning, but myself must echo, What?
And tell it as I saw it on the spot.
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Warwick Stubbs
is on page 85 of 450
One latest, solitary swallow flies
Across the sea, rough autumn-tempest tost,
Poor bird, shall it be lost?
Dropped down into this uncongenial sea.
With no kind eyes
To watch it while it dies,
Unguessed, uncared for, free:
Set free at last,
The short pang past,
In sleep, in death, in dreamless sleep locked fast.
- excerpt from 'Autumn'
— Jul 04, 2021 01:59AM
Across the sea, rough autumn-tempest tost,
Poor bird, shall it be lost?
Dropped down into this uncongenial sea.
With no kind eyes
To watch it while it dies,
Unguessed, uncared for, free:
Set free at last,
The short pang past,
In sleep, in death, in dreamless sleep locked fast.
- excerpt from 'Autumn'
Warwick Stubbs
is on page 41 of 450
Where are the songs I used to know,
Where are the notes I used to sing?
I have forgotten everything
I used to know so long ago;
Summer has followed after spring;
Now autumn is so shrunk and sere
I scarcely think a sadder thing
Can be the winter of my year.
- The Key-note (p.293)
— May 31, 2021 10:09AM
Where are the notes I used to sing?
I have forgotten everything
I used to know so long ago;
Summer has followed after spring;
Now autumn is so shrunk and sere
I scarcely think a sadder thing
Can be the winter of my year.
- The Key-note (p.293)
