Later Life
Something this foggy day, a something which, Is neither of this fog nor of today, Has set me dreaming of the winds that play Past...
This is a poetry & verse.
Something this foggy day, a something which, Is neither of this fog nor of today, Has set me dreaming of the winds that play Past certain cliffs, along one certain beach, And turn the topmost edge of waves to spray: Ah pleasant pebbly strand so far away, So out of reach while quite within my reach, As out of reach as India or Cathay!…
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