English poem
Xvi
In his orb she sees the tower, Dusk against its flaming rims, Where of old her wretched limbs Twisted with the stolen power: Ilium all the lustre dims!
Versos English George Meredith Xvi
Versos English George Meredith Xvi
English poem
In his orb she sees the tower, Dusk against its flaming rims, Where of old her wretched limbs Twisted with the stolen power: Ilium all the lustre dims!