Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Reaper Comments

Rating: 2.7

The world is drowsy, the winds asleep,
On the sward of the sky the star-blossoms peep,
And the grey Moon moves with his silver scythe
The pallid flowers of light to reap.
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Arthur Henry Adams
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Arthur Henry Adams

Arthur Henry Adams

Lawrence / New Zealand
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