English poem
Xv
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
A scalding tear rolled down my cheek, Through thickening sobs I strove to speak; “Are those the hills I saw to-night Mantled in pomp of purple light?”
Versos English Clarence Cook Xv
Versos English Clarence Cook Xv
English poem
by Clarence Cook (1828–1900)
A scalding tear rolled down my cheek, Through thickening sobs I strove to speak; “Are those the hills I saw to-night Mantled in pomp of purple light?”