THOUGHTS.
By Winifred Webb.
Grim wrestlers on the field of fate,
They strive together, round and round;
What men call deeds of love and hate
Are but their shadows on the ground.
From November 1901, p. 58
THOUGHTS.
By Winifred Webb.
Grim wrestlers on the field of fate,
They strive together, round and round;
What men call deeds of love and hate
Are but their shadows on the ground.