 | 1918 - 550 pagine
...in the grass, Turn us back homeward, and the setting sun Shines like a golden glory round your head, There will be something sudden and strange in you....not the old forgivable, foolish talk, But flames and exultations and desires, But hopes, and comprehensions, and resolves, But holy, incommunicable things... | |
 | 1918 - 568 pagine
...in the grass, Turn us back homeward, and the setting sun Shines like a golden glory round your head, There will be something sudden and strange in you....not the old forgivable, foolish talk, But flames and exultations and desires, But hopes, and comprehensions, and resolves, But holy, incommunicable things... | |
 | 1918 - 542 pagine
...in the grass, Turn us back homeward, and the setting sun Shines like a golden glory round your head, There will be something sudden and strange in you....not the old forgivable, foolish talk, But flames and exultations and desires, But hopes, and comprehensions, and resolves, But holy, incommunicable things... | |
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... as the result of his death. She imagines that in death he still walks beside her as he used to in the old, happy, foolish days, — Only when at last by some cross-road, Our longer shadows, falling in the grass, Turn us back homeward, and the setting... 