Poem by Thomas MacDonagh

A Woman

Time on her face has writ
    A hundred years,
And all the page of it
    Blurred with his tears;

Yet in his holiest crypt
    Treasuring the scroll,
Keeps the sweet manuscript
    Fair as her soul.

1. Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915
2. Averil
3. Of a Greek Poem
4. Quando Ver Venit Meum?
5. With Only This for Likeness, Only These Words

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