I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.


Fugitive Poetry (ed. 1829)


I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.