A Meditation In Time Of War Published February 10, 2018 by suprusr 0 FOR one throb of the artery,While on that old grey stone I SatUnder the old wind-broken tree,I knew that One is animate,Mankind inanimate fantasy’. Related posts: Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin The Shadowy Waters The Two Kings The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman suprusr Published in Poems
