Enough is as good as a feast.
Enough is as good as a feast.
Were I as base as is the lowly plain, And you, my Love, as high as heaven above, Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain,.
They say that shadows of deceased ghosts Do haunt the houses and the graves about, Of such whose life's lamp went untimely out, Delighting still in their forsaken hosts.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories