Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
There's Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair,
And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair!
I ... am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories