English poem
The Lady
So--to the desert, once in fifty years-- Some poor mad poet sings, and no one hears: But what belated race, in what far clime, Keeps even a legend of Arcadian time?
Versos English Sir Newbolt Henry John The Lady
Versos English Sir Newbolt Henry John The Lady
English poem
So--to the desert, once in fifty years-- Some poor mad poet sings, and no one hears: But what belated race, in what far clime, Keeps even a legend of Arcadian time?