Featured Poem 11/4 – “The Darkling Thrush”
The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like … Continue reading Featured Poem 11/4 – “The Darkling Thrush”
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