Beeny Cliff
I O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free- The woman whom I loved so, and… Read more »
Tag Archives: Thomas Hardy
In Time of “The Breaking of Nations”
I Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. II Only a thin smoke without… Read more »