My nosegays are for captives; Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper Of morning and the moor, They bear no other errand, And I, no other prayer. Related posts: I tie my Hat – I crease my Shawl She bore it till the simple veins The Gentian weaves her fringes To know just how He suffered-would be dear suprusr Published in Poems
