|
||||||||
A Memory (From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept It was great wrong you did me; and for gain How easily love leaps out to dreams like these, |
||||||||
|
||||||||
|
||||||||
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details. | ||||||||