Craven Langstroth Betts
Poems (3)
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Don Quixote
Gaunt, rueful knight, on raw-boned, shambling hack, / Thy battered morion, shield and rusty spear, … -
The Hollyhocks
Some space beyond the garden close / I sauntered down the shadowed lawn; … -
To the Moonflower
Pale, climbing disk, who dost lone vigil keep / When all the flower-heads droop in drowsy swoon; …