Trumpets die in the loud parade, The gray mist drinks the spears; Banners of glory sink and fade In the dust of a thousand years. Singers of pride the silence stills, The ghost of empire goes, But a song still lives in the ancient hills, And the scent of a vanished rose. Ride with us on a dim, lost road To the dawn of a distant day, When swords were bare for a guerdon rare. —The Flower of Black Cathay.
यह ईबुक खरीदें और 1 और मुफ़्त पाएं!
भाषा अंग्रेज़ी ● स्वरूप EPUB ● ISBN 9781531294953 ● फाइल का आकार 0.5 MB ● प्रकाशक Endymion Press ● प्रकाशित 2018 ● डाउनलोड करने योग्य 24 महीने ● मुद्रा EUR ● आईडी 6175449 ● कॉपी सुरक्षा के बिना