The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale....
Fugitives: an anthology of verse (ed. 1928)
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale....
Fugitives: an anthology of verse (ed. 1928)