The Three Fishers

The Three Fishers By three Fishers 645 Three fishers wat sailing out into the west- Out Into the west as the sun went down: Each thought of the woman who loved him best, And the children stood watching them out of the town For wen must work…

The Lay Of The Lost Resturant

The Lay of the Lost Resturant 241 A wagon on a corner of the street: A swirl of dust, a whiff of frying meat; A stool that stands unsteady on its foot; A chophouse, with its oft-repeated stew: And coffee can we doubt its honest brew?- Are…

Mate

Mate. 57.3 There is a wistul Prayer That often comes to me And lays its face against my face In utter ecstasy- That all the lovers in the world Might be as near as we!