by Hubert Church
Excerpt from The West Wind Rom out the city's maelstrom To thee with thankfulness I come, For thou dost scatter in thy breeze The treasure of a thousand seas! Thou hast the breath of spicy gales From islands of unfurling sails, And, scarce above the tide, the shores Irradiate of madrepores. There thou, perchance, hast blown athwart Some mouldering fabric all amort, Whose heart, dear God! May even be A sepulchre amid the sea. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of
ISBN: 9780332859576
50 pages
Published: 2018-01-30
Publisher: Forgotten Books