A Lake, Night's Poem by james watkin

A Lake, Night's



What fine, swanned and rippleless had been
Now for its like-mooned displays!
As palely gleam-glide.
Willow-hung, the same. But ghosted of
What does, through this dream presence
Its witness provide.

Thursday, February 24, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: lake,night
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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