Christopher John Brennan - I am driven everywhere from a clinging home

Christopher John Brennan - I am driven everywhere from a clinging home

I am driven everywhere from a clinging home, br O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yet br have made, when your smouldering dwindled to odorous fume, br close room for my heart, where I might crouch and dream br of days and ways I had trod, and look with regret br on the darkening homes of men and the window-gleam, br and forget the morrows that threat and the unknown way.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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