Song (I) Poem by Clark Ashton Smith
Song (I)
I bring my weariness to thee,
My bitter dreams I bring;
Love with a wounded wing,
And life consumed of memory
I bring to thee.
The haven of thy happy breast—
Of this my dreams are fain:
For all my weary pain
In all the world there is no rest
But on thy breast.
Monday, May 5, 2014
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