Before we parted, on Shanganagh cliffs—
And crashed in sweet Éire, without word, all views
And burned down in the sun by a california rift,
We gleamed like new falcons in a wood-view mews.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
Before we parted, on Shanganagh cliffs—
And crashed in sweet Éire, without word, all views
And burned down in the sun by a california rift,
We gleamed like new falcons in a wood-view mews.
