It is a flaw
In happiness, to see beyond our bourn—
It forces us in summer skies to mourn:
It spoils the singing of the nightingale.
'To J. H. Reynolds, Esq.' (written 1818)
It is a flaw
In happiness, to see beyond our bourn—
It forces us in summer skies to mourn:
It spoils the singing of the nightingale.
'To J. H. Reynolds, Esq.' (written 1818)