The Star
Arise to me, fairest of all to see, And borrow from the wishing brook my ear That balances floating o’er dusky spill And words to hear are n’er true ’til they show Belligerent… Continue reading
Arise to me, fairest of all to see, And borrow from the wishing brook my ear That balances floating o’er dusky spill And words to hear are n’er true ’til they show Belligerent… Continue reading