Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.


Pt. III, st. 29. - The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898)


Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.

Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope.