Ballad of the Scholar’s Lament (E. E. Cummings Poems)
When I have struggled through three hundred years of Roman history, and hastened o'erSome French play-(though I have my private ...
When I have struggled through three hundred years of Roman history, and hastened o'erSome French play-(though I have my private ...
my lovethy hair is one kingdomthe king whereof is darknessthy forehead is a flight of flowersthy head is a quick ...
if I should sleep with a lady called deathget another man with firmer lips 'to take your new mouth in ...
walk the autumn long;the last flower in whose hair,they lips are cold with songsfor which isfirst to wither, to pass?shallowness ...
the moon is hiding inher hair.Thelilyof heavenfull of all dreams,draws down.cover her briefness in singingclose her with the intricate faint ...
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