Blue dusk, that brings the dewy hours, Brings thee, of graceless form in smooth, Dark stumbler at the roots of flowers, Flaccid, inert, uncouth.


In: John Burroughs (ed.), Songs of Nature

Edgar Fawcett Quotes

Blue dusk, that brings the dewy hours, Brings thee, of graceless form in smooth, Dark stumbler at the roots of flowers, Flaccid, inert, uncouth.

Blue dusk, that brings the dewy hours, Brings thee, of graceless form in smooth, Dark stumbler at the roots of flowers, Flaccid, inert, uncouth.

Blue dusk, that brings the dewy hours, Brings thee, of graceless form in smooth, Dark stumbler at the roots of flowers, Flaccid, inert, uncouth.

Blue dusk, that brings the dewy hours, Brings thee, of graceless form in smooth, Dark stumbler at the roots of flowers, Flaccid, inert, uncouth.