English poem
Iii
by Thomas Hardy
The fore-borne shape, to my blurred eyes, At first seemed man-like, and anon to change To an amorphous cloud of marvellous size, At times endowed with wings of glorious range.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iii
Versos English Thomas Hardy Iii
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
The fore-borne shape, to my blurred eyes, At first seemed man-like, and anon to change To an amorphous cloud of marvellous size, At times endowed with wings of glorious range.