Poem by Wilfred Wilson Gibson

An Epilogue

GHOSTS of my fathers, while you keep 
On ghostly hills your ghostly sleep, 
If for a moment you should turn 
The pages of this book to learn 
What trade your offspring’s taken to, 
Forgive me that my flocks and herds 
Are only barren bleating words.

1. The Parrots
2. Retreat
3. Breakfast
4. The Knight of the Wood
5. The Unknown Knight

John Dryden An Epilogue ("You saw your wife was chaste, yet throughly tried")

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