Where the vast cloudless sky was broken by one crow I sat upon a hill - all alone - long ago; But I never felt so lonely and so out of God's way, As here, where I brush elbows with… — Harry Kemp Copy Share Image
The poor man is not he who is without a cent, but he who is without a dream — Harry Kemp Copy Share Image
Where the vast cloudless sky was broken by one crow I sat upon a hill - all alone - long ago; But I never… — Harry Kemp Copy Share Image
I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me — Harry Kemp Copy Share Image
