Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 HAST never come to thee an hour, A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth? These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours, To utter nothingness? Related posts: As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free. Song of the Exposition. Song of the Broad-Axe. When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. suprusr Published in Poems
