Theodore Aubanel Poems

Hit Title Date Added
1.
The Mirror

Oh, long ago she dwelt
In this gay little room
How shall I find my flower
Here where she used to bloom?
O longing, thirsting eyes,
...

2.
The Mirror

Oh, long ago she dwelt
In this gay little room—
How shall I find my flower
Here where she used to bloom?
...

Close
Error Success