Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
The Habit of Perfection, lines 5 - 8 - Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
The Habit of Perfection, lines 5 - 8 - Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)