Fredegond Shove Cold Poems
- 1. The World
I wish this world and its green hills were mine,
But it is not; the wandering shepherd star
Is not more distant, gazing from afar
On the unreapë"d pastures of the sea,
... - 2. The New Ghost
'And he, casting away his garment, rose and came to Jesus.'
And he cast it down, down, on the green grass,
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