Sunday, September 19, 2021

Washed In Silver

Gleaming in silver are the hills,
Blazing in silver is the sea,
And a silvery radiance spills
Where the moon drives royally.
Clad in silver tissue I
March magnificently by.

Songs From The Clay [1915]
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