The Last Word Poem. You’ll find no lock, no key. All are free to enter, at will.
English Pronunciation a Poem Nicholas C. Rossis
All are free to enter, at will. Let them have it how. I am a door of metaphor. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let the long contention cease! You’ll find no lock, no key. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! Web thou thyself must break at last.
I am a door of metaphor. I am a door of metaphor. Geese are swans, and swans are geese. All are free to enter, at will. Web the last word poem by matthew arnold creep into thy narrow bed, creep, and let no more be said! You’ll find no lock, no key. Web thou thyself must break at last. Let the long contention cease! Let them have it how.
