Sunday, April 24, 2011

A Poem For Sunday

Alfred, Lord Tennyson's poem, "The Dying Swan": The plain was grassy, wild and bare, Wide, wild, and open to the air, Which had built up everywhere An under-roof of doleful gray. With an inner voice the river ran, Adown it...

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