Category: Poetry
Dream-Songs for the Belovèd
Most dear, of the many songs I cannot sing Yours is the bird of heavenliest wing Whose sunward flight beyond my following towers And leaves me with an impotent harp unstrung.
Chapters
1. Part 1
Most dear, of the many songs I cannot sing Yours is the bird of heavenliest wing Whose sunward flight beyond my following towers And leaves me with an impotent harp unstrung.
2. Part 2One day when I'm a very old man Perhaps I'll be as wise as he ... But I am not quite five, you know, And he was _twice_ as old as me.