The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.
Lustra of Ezra Pound, with Earlier Poems (ed. 1917)
The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.
Lustra of Ezra Pound, with Earlier Poems (ed. 1917)
