Stephen Spender

When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.

Share "When a child, my dreams rode on"

Comments

No items found.

Discover quotes that heal souls, spark inspiration, and books that whisper the truth.

Follow us

Subscribe

Copyrights reserved @ Quoteread | 2025