English poem
Iv
The gray “Alas” of the days that pass, And the hope that says “Adieu,” A parting sorrow, a shriveled flower, And one ghost’s hour With you.
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iv
Versos English Madison Julius Cawein Iv
English poem
The gray “Alas” of the days that pass, And the hope that says “Adieu,” A parting sorrow, a shriveled flower, And one ghost’s hour With you.