Tag: May Probyn
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Is It Nothing to You?
Is It Nothing to You?May Probyn WE were playing on the green together, My sweetheart and I— Oh! so heedless in the gay June weather, When the word went forth that we must die. Oh! so merrily the balls of amber And of ivory tossed we to the sky, While the word went forth in…
Dan Yingst 