ECLOGUE [Philip Daniel; 2020]
26 Jul 2020 1 minute read 0 comments PhilipDaniel
ECLOGUE That vine, imagine, that drooping vine,As if 'twere a swan's lithe neck,Or supple wave 'pon flinty shores,(Which wistful grayish clouds pour on,Through the mist's pale veil, Amidst rough gale,Till coastal strand, deluged, is sated,And atoll...