When shall these phantoums flicker away?
Like the smoke of the guns on the wind-swept hill,
Like the sounds and colours of yesterday:
And the soul have rest, and the air be still. thought provoking.. thank u. tony
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
When shall these phantoums flicker away? Like the smoke of the guns on the wind-swept hill, Like the sounds and colours of yesterday: And the soul have rest, and the air be still. thought provoking.. thank u. tony