My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad...

My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone.
Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Lines 163-164 - Morte D'Arthur (1842)

My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight

My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight

My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight

My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight