The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.
The Poetical Works of Bret Harte (ed. 1872)
The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.
The Poetical Works of Bret Harte (ed. 1872)