O my poor Kingdom,
Sick with civil blows
Peopled with WOLVES,
Thy old inhabitants...
3/18/2016
Susan Anne and Immortality - T.E.Hulme
Her head hung down Gazed at earth, fixedly keen, As the rabbit at the stoat Till the earth was sky, Sky that was green, And brown clouds past, Like chestnut leaves arching the ground.
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