Elvinor
C., W. E.
Excerpt from Elvinor: A PoemAnd high the white spray dashing up, Along the sand-strewn shore, While far in the deep mid ocean, Hard struggling through the gale, Flew gallant ships, their haggard crews, All drench'd, and deathlike pale.He saw faint hope light up each face, The W'ind what care had he?Their hopes he swept along his path, Athwart the stormy sea.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic ...