English poem
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by Thomas Hardy
The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race— Many-caverned, bald, wrinkled of face— And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me To brood and be still.
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race— Many-caverned, bald, wrinkled of face— And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me To brood and be still.