Magic of light ! but now I strayed Under a cope of darkling sky, Whereon the gaunt oaka#39;s tracery Seemed but a blacker shade on shade. aquot; When sudden from a drift of cloud Burst the moona#39;s disc, with arrowy light Flooding the edges of the night, anbsp;...
|Title||:||Double acrostic enigmas, with poetical descriptions selected principally from British poets|
|Author||:||Kate Gordon (of Fyvie.)|