Wednesday, September 26, 2012

A Lament Comments

Rating: 0.0

Let gleeful muses sing their roundelays!
So might my muse have sung;
But in the jocund days
When she was young,
She chanced upon a grave
New-made, and since, there strays
A mournful cadence through her lightest stave.
...
Read full text

Arlo Bates
COMMENTS
Close
Error Success