The dust comes secretly day after day, Lies on my ledge and dulls my shining things. But O this dust I shall drive away Is flowers and kings, Is Solomon's temple, poets, Nineveh. — Viola Meynell Copy Share Image
The dust comes secretly day after day, Lies on my ledge and dulls my shining things. But O this dust I shall drive away… — Viola Meynell Copy Share Image
