by Francis William Bain
Excerpt from The Ashes of a God Ah! wouldst thou then redream the love of yore? Bind on thy heart the wings of Memory, And hie thee to an unforgotten shore Across the sea. O hie thee to the land, where, constant still, While golden distance hid the years to be, We watched the suns go down behind the hill Across the sea. Now has our own Affection sunk to rest; Set is the Sun of love for thee and me, And rows of Clouds weep in the wild red West Across the sea. - Bhargawa About the Publisher Forgot
ISBN: 9781331839774
192 pages
Published: 2015-07-19