When I am old and my quick blood is chilled,And all my thoughts are grey as my grey hair, When I am slow and dull, and do not care, And all the strife and storm of Life are stilled ; Then if one carelessly should speak your name It will go through my body like […]
for I could board tonight
to any of those unearthly destinations
whatever train I chose
Thaim that socht eftir me noo flee awa,
/ Thaim that cam creepin barfit i the snaw.
/ Ah kent them gentil, meek an…
‘A hurt so small,’
/ Say you,
/ ‘A thread of grey
/ On blue,
/ So slight a thing
/ Less…
