It would make me feel that the friendship which we are forming could stand even 'the Wreckful siege of battering days'!
"The Enchanted Canyon"
Honoré Willsie Morrow
The notes crept muffled through the copse, but still Sharply recalled the things forgotten long, The music that my own boy's lips had known, Singing, and old airs on a wild flute blown; And other hills, more grim and lonely far, And valleys empty of these orchard trees; A sheep-pond filled with the moon, a single star I had watched by night searching the Wreckful seas; And all the streets and streets that childhood knew In years when London streets were all my view.
"Poems New and Old"
John Freeman