English poem
Xxii
Familiar, still unseized, the forest sprang An old-world echo, like no mortal thing. The hunter’s horn might wind a jocund ring, But held in ear it had a chilly clang.
Versos English George Meredith Xxii
Versos English George Meredith Xxii
English poem
Familiar, still unseized, the forest sprang An old-world echo, like no mortal thing. The hunter’s horn might wind a jocund ring, But held in ear it had a chilly clang.