A Distant Song John Gould Fletcher - 1886-1950 Whether awake or sleeping,   I cannot rest for long:By my casement comes creeping  A distant song. A song like the chiming of silver  Bells which the breezes play,Seeming to float for ever  Towards an unseen day: A song that is weary with sorrow,  Yet knows not any defeat:Through the […]

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