Where go the poet's lines?
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,
Speak from your folded papers!
The Poet's Lot; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Where go the poet's lines?
Answer, ye evening tapers!
Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls,
Speak from your folded papers!
The Poet's Lot; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).