Half-way up the hill, I see thee at last.
Lying beneath me with thy sounds and sights -
A city in the twilight, dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
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Half-way up the hill, I see thee at last.
Lying beneath me with thy sounds and sights -
A city in the twilight, dim and vast,
With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
Posted in Riddles | Comments (0)