Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.


The Man with the Hoe: And Other Poems (ed. 1899)


Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.