Poems
THEME/S
A GAINST the high un clambered
Most lonely peaks of snow
Hurl arrows swift and ambered
From the sun's bow,
Till furthest West is gleaming
And ghosts of shadows flee ;
The shine of Day is reaming
From sea to sea.
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