Conrad Aiken Quotes

And there was one, beneath black eaves, who thought,Combing with lifted arms her golden hair,Of the lover who hurried towards her through the night;And there was one who dreamed of a sudden deathAs she blew out her light.
Conrad Aiken
Conrad Aiken

Quotes to Explore

This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to our policies regarding the use of cookies.