Harry Kemp Quotes
- And wilt thou sing the shadowy hosts that never march again?
- Where the vast cloudless sky was broken by one crow I sat upon a hill - all alone - long ago; But I never felt…
- I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me
- The poor man is not he who is without a cent, but he who is without a dream