Spinning Yarns

This is forth of the gates anthology of poetry from his public domain work. This one is cold when you are old. When you are old and gray, and fall asleep and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly reed and dream of the soft look do I had once and of the shadows deep. How many lovely moments of glad grace and love the beauty with love falls oh true. But one man love the pilgrims soul and you and love the sorrows of your changing face and bending down besides the glowing bus there a little sadly how lovely and face upon the mountains over here.