Languid Dreamer #1

It is but noble to surmisewhat fortune doth caressin distant lover’s eyes what animal carnage shall thee unfurlin every waking breath I do but knowwithin all disinterested hearts to keep but wait while she speakshang about and tenderthe overgrown garden’s needs for it is in the waitingthat seeming dreams lie awakeas heaven becomes the mind’sContinue reading “Languid Dreamer #1”

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