 | A collection of poems by Ernest Radford |  |
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EVENTIDE.
The mazy path that I would tread,At nightfall by the pixies led,
It leadeth to the no-man's land
Where plighted, linkèd, lovers stand.
Lips sealing lips, in silence they
Give ear to what the heavens say:—
The Evening Star to setting Sun:
“The day has half his course to run.”
| A collection of poems by Ernest Radford | |