Craggy rocks and gloomy caves,The stony shore, its glistening wavesThat roll and fall and tumble and twist and turn and slowly, silky, smoothly sweep across..
The wind blows a different way in Shillelagh. The souls before me burrow to the crust, unbecoming, dissolution to dust, and their heat, stolen, burns through me.I stand..
i saw you gliding overhead, a guardian — no! a saviour! — supported by your wondrous widespread wings. your notes flowed, soft and smoothly, then crescendoed,..
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