Thursday, January 1, 2004

Sonnet Xii Comments

Rating: 2.8

Like as a dryad, from her native bole
Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge,
To a slow river at whose silent verge
Tall poplars tremble and deep grasses roll,
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Alan Seeger
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