Shadows
Dublin Core
Title
Shadows
Description
There fell a shadow of a thought across my way,
Deep set and strangely out of shape with things
About me here, - 'tis but a cloud which Day
Hath brought to chide before Love's joy she sings.
Deep set and strangely out of shape with things
About me here, - 'tis but a cloud which Day
Hath brought to chide before Love's joy she sings.
Creator
W.H.A. Moore
Source
4:41, p. 2
Date
1891.07.04
Collection
Citation
W.H.A. Moore, “Shadows,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/527.
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