Here you will find the Poem Deep mists of longing blur the land of poet Christopher John Brennan
Deep mists of longing blur the land as in your late October eve: almost I think your hand might leave its old caress upon my hand ? for sure this floating world of dream hath touch'd that far reality of memory's heaven; nor would I deem the chance a strange one, if to thee my feet should stray ere fall the night, or, reaching to that lucent shore, these eyes should wake on tenderer light to greet the spring and thee once more.
