Alas! our young affections run to waste,
Or water but the desert.


Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, IV, st. 120


Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.

Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.

Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.

Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.