 | Joaquin Miller's Poems |  |
XLIV
The loss of comrades, power, place,A city walled, cool, shaded ways,
Cost me no care at all, somehow,
I only saw her sad, sweet face,
And—I was younger then than now.
| Joaquin Miller's Poems | |
A city walled, cool, shaded ways,
Cost me no care at all, somehow,
I only saw her sad, sweet face,
And—I was younger then than now.