Feorlean

By feorlean

LD 353 "Of hourly objects, images of trees"

To continue where I left off yesterday...

                                 in my thoughts
There was a darkness, call it solitude,
Or blank desertion, no familiar shapes
Of hourly objects, images of trees,
Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;
But huge and mighty Forms that do not live
Like living men mov’d slowly through my mind
By day and were the trouble of my dreams.

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