Up o'er the hill and broken wall
There stole a weird form, bent but tall;
And softly through our unlatched door
She crept unbidden, and before
The hearth-fire crouching, gazed upon us all.
- George Houghton
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Friday, January 17, 2025
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4 comments:
Beautiful imagery as usual.
Thank you!!!
Such gorgeous details bursting with inspiration. Thank you.
That's a neat poetry collection you found there. Bookmarked for future reading.
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