Whence comes solace? Not from seeing, / What is doing, suffering, being; / Not from noting Life’s conditions, / Not from heeding Time’s monitions; / But in cleaving to the Dream / And in gazing at the Gleam / Whereby gray things golden seem. (Thomas Hardy)
Thursday, July 16, 2015
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A New Poetry Blog begins on Saturday 25th July 2015
