قصيدة The New Year
He was the one man I met up in the woods ,That stormy New Year’s morning; and at first sight Fifty yards off, I could not tell how much ,Of the strange tripod was a man. His body
He was the one man I met up in the woods ,That stormy New Year’s morning; and at first sight Fifty yards off, I could not tell how much ,Of the strange tripod was a man. His body