William Ernest Henley

(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

William Ernest Henley Quotes


    The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then,
    He groped and fiddled doggedly along,
    His worn face glaring on the thoughtless throng
    The stony peevishness of sightless men.
    He seemed scarce older than his clothes. Again,
    Grotesquing thinly many an old sweet song,
    So cracked his fiddle, his hand so frail and wrong,
    You hardly could distinguish one in ten.
    He stopped at last, and sat him on the sand,

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