Category: Poetry
In beauty manifold are wrought Your gardens, full of charm and grace, That hold the best in every sort But entrance yield to nothing base. And ’mid their lawns, austere and bright, Though statues gleam and fountains play, There’s one wild dingle where half light Of faery never...
In beauty manifold are wrought Your gardens, full of charm and grace, That hold the best in every sort But entrance yield to nothing base. And ’mid their lawns, austere and brig...
2. Part 2And if she hear me and twinkle out of bed To wave a kiss, then all my toil goes well; But if she heed me not, for weariness, How long the working day!