Laurence Hope, Last Poems — Ashore
“ The night-wind met me face to face— A wind off the harbour, cold and keen, "I know," it whistled, "where thou hast been." A faint voice fell from the stars above— "Thou? whom we lighted to shrines of Love!" ”
Laurence Hope, Last Poems — Ashore
“ The night-wind met me face to face— A wind off the harbour, cold and keen, "I know," it whistled, "where thou hast been." A faint voice fell from the stars above— "Thou? whom we lighted to shrines of Love!" ”