H. O’Neil
Once smote I never believed Smitten could again be possible Oh how I erred A malignant love Had given a sty to all eyes A vision so blind I saw…
Tag: thinking minds
Polaris and the Traveler
Polaris Oh my dear Polaris How I seek you In the noise of the lurid lights You elude me Seldom the dawn’s devious whisper Gifts me your glow You play…
