One sees you sitting in the sun
Asleep;
With the sweeter gifts you had
And didn't keep,
One grieves that the altars of
Your vice lie deep.
Twilight of the Illicit - The Book of Repulsive Women (1915)
One sees you sitting in the sun
Asleep;
With the sweeter gifts you had
And didn't keep,
One grieves that the altars of
Your vice lie deep.
Twilight of the Illicit - The Book of Repulsive Women (1915)