For the body at best
Is a bundle of aches,
Longing for rest;
It cries when it wakes.
Second April: and, The buck in the snow [and other poems] (ed. 1950)
For the body at best
Is a bundle of aches,
Longing for rest;
It cries when it wakes.
Second April: and, The buck in the snow [and other poems] (ed. 1950)