Each time we love,
We turn a nearer and a broader mark
To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.


"A Boy's Dream". - City Poems (1857)


Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.