Possession
A Reed by the River
This, this alone, we keep: Memory, fraughtWith sweet or bitter fruit of seed flung hence;Pain's quickened sight; Love, of strong service wrought,And knowledge born of wise Obedience.
Virginia Woodward Cloud (1861–1938)
A Reed by the River
This, this alone, we keep: Memory, fraughtWith sweet or bitter fruit of seed flung hence;Pain's quickened sight; Love, of strong service wrought,And knowledge born of wise Obedience.