He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.
Poems. Sonnet. To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent
He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.
Poems. Sonnet. To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent