English poem
Iv
Eyeing phantoms of the Past, Folded like a prophet’s scroll, In the deep’s long shoreward roll Here she sees the anchor cast: Backward moves her sunless soul.
Versos English George Meredith Iv
Versos English George Meredith Iv
English poem
Eyeing phantoms of the Past, Folded like a prophet’s scroll, In the deep’s long shoreward roll Here she sees the anchor cast: Backward moves her sunless soul.