Category: Poetry

A Prelude

Sherman, Francis, 1871-1926· 1 chapters· 1,327 words

With wounded feet we cease from wandering, And with vain hands beat idly at thy gate; And thou,--thou hast no thought of opening, And from thy peace are we still separate.

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With wounded feet we cease from wandering, And with vain hands beat idly at thy gate; And thou,--thou hast no thought of opening, And from thy peace are we still separate.