When my grave is broke up again
Some second guest to entertain...
And he that digs it, spies
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,
Will he not let us alone?
Songs and Sonnets 'The Relic'
When my grave is broke up again
Some second guest to entertain...
And he that digs it, spies
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,
Will he not let us alone?
Songs and Sonnets 'The Relic'